Zhong Ran was completely dumbfounded when he received the lawyer's letter first thing in the morning. He stared in disbelief at the few thin sheets in his hands, and the three enlarged Chinese characters at the top left him feeling utterly sick.
"Zhong Ran, hurry up and call Young President Leng!" Boss Li felt numb as he looked at the evidence being posted online, one piece after another. Online comments about their company were taking an increasingly unfavorable turn, and some resourceful netizens had even dug up its past scandals. The company's reputation was plummeting. Boss Li even felt that if he stepped outside the company now, someone would throw rotten eggs at him.
"Right, Yifan. I'll call Yifan right now." As though grasping at his last lifeline, Zhong Ran hurriedly pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Leng Yifan's number.
The phone rang and rang.
"Pick up, pick up, please pick up!" Zhong Ran clutched his phone tightly, breaking into a cold sweat from nerves.
But the call still went unanswered.
Unable to believe it, Zhong Ran tried several more times, but none of his calls connected.
The looks Boss Li, Jia De, and the others gave Zhong Ran had begun to change. They were wondering whether the Leng Family was already preparing to abandon him.
When Zhong Ran could not get through to Leng Yifan, he called his assistant instead.
This time, the call finally connected.
"Xiao Zhou, where's Yifan?" Zhong Ran hurriedly asked loudly the moment the call connected.
"Young Master Zhong, please keep your voice down." Xiao Zhou sounded extremely nervous on the other end, and he spoke very quietly.
"What happened? Why isn't Yifan answering my calls?" Zhong Ran demanded again.
"Young Master Zhong, Chairman Leng coughed up blood and was hospitalized this morning.