Shen Yan just replied with "On the way home" to Qi Si.
Qi Si put down his phone, walked into the spacious and luxurious bathroom, and took a cold shower.
Still dripping wet, he picked up the phone again and dialed his assistant's number, instructing, "Prepare to leave."
Assistant: "Leave?"
Qi Si: "Return to the country."
He dropped the statement coldly without caring what the assistant thought and hung up.
The assistant, who was in the midst of planning the next steps, felt depressed.
Mr. Qi's tone was especially cold today, and it seemed he was slightly angry.
Over the past year or so, not just the assistant but others too had distinctly noticed the changes in Qi Si.
He had become somewhat more humanized, no longer that cold, AI-robot mode.
This was a good sign, but it also added many troubles to their protection efforts.
Every time they settled on something, it was suddenly cut off.
*
The following day.
Bai Group.
Reception room.
