Sahara Desert, Sea Beast City.
Headquarters of Yingxia Sea Beast Company.
Zhao Yang paced relentlessly in the office, his gaze occasionally fixing on the smartphone on the desk, his expression unusually grave.
"Sigh..."
On the adjacent sofa, Gao Xiaoguang leaned back, his eyes slightly squinted, sighing repeatedly.
Meanwhile, two assistants obediently stood still nearby, holding their breath and staying silent, only sneakily glancing at the two bosses with the corners of their eyes.
For a moment, the spacious office was terrifyingly quiet.
"You are my little, oh little apple..."
Just then, the ringtone of the smartphone suddenly burst into song, and Zhao Yang strode to the desk, immediately pressing the answer button.
Gao Xiaoguang's eyes snapped open as well, staring intently at Zhao Yang with a look of tension.
"Have they been evacuated? Has everyone been evacuated?"
The moment the call connected, Zhao Yang couldn't wait to blurt out his question.
