The Southwest Conference has its own secret group.
Qian Xuan mentioned Ma Guangming in the group, indicating he wanted a private chat. This old guy just happened to be one of the group members.
At this time, it was only eight in the evening, and the sun had just set.
Comrade Ma Guangming was still at a high-end hotel in Yunxi Province, entertaining guests from afar.
He heard the group message and reacted immediately.
Upon seeing that Young Master Xuan from President Qian's family wanted a private chat, he quickly found an excuse to go to the bathroom and sent a smiley face to Qian Xuan, cautiously asking, "What instructions do you have, Young Master Xuan?"
The way he spoke, along with that little expression, truly made him look like a sniveling grandson. This is the real power of local powerful people!
Unexpectedly, Qian Xuan started cursing him out of nowhere. Even through the screen, Ma Guangming could feel the spit flying at his face.
