Just as Meng Lang was lamenting about the rules of making money in this world, his cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
"Huh?" When he picked it up, it was unexpectedly from Mr. Meng, which he found a bit strange.
This was indeed a "rare visitor."
Usually, if there wasn't anything important, even if Mr. Meng had any instructions, those would be conveyed through Yang Hui instead, not to mention it was still "working hours"...
"Hello, Dad, is there something you need?"
[Huh? What do you mean, is there something I need? Can't I call to check on you if there's nothing urgent?]
The voice on the other end of the phone had to retort right away.
"Haha! That's not what I meant, I just thought you were busy with the work at Mengshan Pasture, managing thousands of tasks, probably you wouldn't have the spare time to call and ask how I'm doing, right?"
[Nonsense! I'm your father, why can't I ask how you're doing?]
"Alright, then go ahead and ask."
