116: Who is targeting us?

After the phone connected, a warm and pleasant voice came through.

It was like a gentle breeze in spring, softly caressing the heart, and like a clear stream flowing through the mountains, gurgling and pure. Every syllable carried a serene and far-reaching power, making one feel at ease upon hearing it.

The voice, with a hint of confusion, asked with concern, "Senior Sister, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Luo Qingchen bit her lower lip slightly, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. She then sat up straight, cleared her throat, and said, "Hmm, there's a small matter I need your help with."

Upon hearing this, the voice on the other end of the phone chuckled softly. The laughter was as clear as a silver bell, echoing in the receiver:

"Senior Sister, why are you being so polite with me? Just tell me what's going on; don't be a stranger."

A faint, bitter smile appeared on Luo Qingchen's face. She gently tapped the table with her fingers and slowly said,

"Sigh, the company has encountered some trouble recently. Our cosmetics have had issues; many users reported problems after use. I suspect there might be problems with the ingredients or the production process, but we haven't found out yet, and it's giving me a headache."

The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, seemingly in thought, then said,

"I see. Senior Sister, don't worry, I generally understand. No problem, I'll come to your company in a couple of days to take a look, and we'll solve this problem together."

A hint of gratitude flashed in Luo Qingchen's eyes, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly, revealing a relieved smile: "That's wonderful, thank you so much."

The voice on the other end quickly said, "Oh, Senior Sister, no need to thank me. What kind of relationship do we have? There's no need to say thank you; you're being a stranger."

Luo Qingchen nodded slightly, as if remembering something, and with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, she added, "By the way, do you know about Little Junior Brother's upcoming descent from the mountain?"

The voice on the other end responded cheerfully, "I already know! Little Junior Brother is so clever; he must have learned a lot of skills on the mountain. He's sure to achieve great things after he descends."

Luo Qingchen tilted her head slightly and said softly,

"Yes, in these past few years that Little Junior Brother has been studying on the mountain, the Masters have often praised his exceptional talent in their letters. He will surely make us look at him with new eyes when he descends."

With that, a faint smile played on her lips, as if recalling amusing anecdotes of learning alongside her fellow disciples, and her tense emotions eased a little.

The voice on the other end echoed with a laugh: "Of course! When all of us Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters gather, it will definitely be lively. Oh, right, Senior Sister, regarding the company's cosmetics issue, don't get too worked up these next two days. Once I get there, we'll thoroughly investigate from the source of raw material procurement. I refuse to believe we can't find the root of the problem."

"Your words make me feel much more at ease." Luo Qingchen sat up a little straighter, her gaze becoming resolute. "These next few days, I'll also have the marketing department conduct a deeper investigation into the sales process to see if improper storage or transportation caused it. We'll tackle this from both ends, resolve it as soon as possible, so users aren't affected again, and we absolutely won't tarnish our own brand."

At this moment, she had reverted to her decisive female CEO demeanor, her tone imbued with unquestionable resolve.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister, with our chemistry, we're sure to succeed hand in hand."

Luo Qingchen leaned back slightly against the chair, the expression on her face relaxing a little, her eyes holding a hint of a smile, and she said softly,

"Oh, right, Miaoyin's concert is coming up soon. Do you have time to go see it?"

The voice on the other end paused briefly, then came through with a hint of regret: "Senior Sister, my project is at a critical juncture right now, and I really can't get away. I probably won't have time to go."

Luo Qingchen smiled slightly, understandingly responding, "Work is important, I understand. Miaoyin wouldn't blame you if she knew your intentions."

"Senior Sister, please give my regards to Second Senior Sister then, and wish her concert Perfection." The warm voice was full of sincerity.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to pass it on." Luo Qingchen sat up straight, her smile becoming even softer.

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Luo Qingchen's face gradually receded like a tide, and the worry in her eyes gathered once more.

Although she had spoken with full confidence during the call, a voice deep down kept telling her that the company's current crisis was by no means minor.

Even though there was no concrete evidence at hand, the gut feeling of being on pins and needles simply wouldn't dissipate.

Luo Qingchen's sixth sense had always been accurate, so she found it difficult to relax.

Luo Qingchen sighed softly, raising her slender fingers to rub her temples.

The fatigue and pressure of recent days now surged towards her like a turbulent undercurrent, making her head ache intensely.

Not strong, yet enough to stir the heart, this unique charm seemed to be proof of an innate beauty emanating from deep within her skin.

She languidly rested her jade-like feet on the sofa next to her office desk, leaning back slightly, as if to momentarily ease her strained nerves.

But the furrow of worry on her brow remained stubbornly locked.

"So many problems appearing at the same time, is someone targeting us... If so, who could it be...?"

Luo Qingchen muttered to herself, the coldness in her eyes rapidly spreading like the howling wind and snow of winter, radiating chill. An invisible deterrent and the power of anger surged around her.

"So many problems appearing at the same time, is someone targeting us... If so, who could it be...?"

Her voice grew deeper, yet it carried the oppressive feeling of an impending storm.

Before she finished speaking, she slowly closed her beautiful eyes, her thick, curled eyelashes casting faint shadows on her fair cheeks.