Xia Chu hung up the phone and massaged her brow for a moment.
Then she called Huo Xiyao, "Hubby, are you busy? ... Not busy, then let me tell you something."
"Just now, Secretary Hu called me..."
Before she finished speaking, Huo Xiyao's voice turned cold abruptly, "What does he want to do again?"
Even through the phone line, Xia Chu could sense his anger.
She quickly retorted coyly: "What's the hurry, listen to me finish. He said that Old Madam Wang passed away early this morning... Their chief instructed him to notify us."
"Besides, he informed us again that at most, after Old Madam Wang's hundredth day mourning period, their chief will fulfill the promise, and asked you to wait a bit longer."
Huo Xiyao then fell silent.
After a moment, his chilly voice came through the phone again, "Is there a need to inform us? Anyway, I don't care about the process; I only look at the results!"
Xia Chu went "Hmm," "Theoretically speaking, they do only need to tell us the final result."
