Perhaps because he was in such a rush, Long Yutian left the conference room and tripped over two chairs along the way, nearly crashing into a wall, but not a single person in attendance dared to laugh.
Ye Mier was terrified at the side, because the president embarrassing himself in such a public setting meant her work was not up to par. Facing Long Yutian's dark, angry eyes, she felt as if she was about to wet herself.
On the other end of the phone, Xia Yanxin had waited a long time before she finally heard a low, magnetic voice come through, "Journalist Xia, long time no see!"
"Hello, Mr. Long, I wanted to interview you, if you're available?"
"Of course, I am...."
"Then when would be a convenient time for you?"
"Nine o'clock tonight, at Prince's Pavilion!" Long Yutian cheerfully reported the time and place as if he'd considered it for a long time.... Indeed, after four years and over a thousand restless nights, how could he remain calm.
The sooner he saw her, the better....
