Seeing that he didn't answer, Fang Chixia urged, "Mr. Luo, do you want to answer the phone?"
"You want me to pick it up?" Luo Yibei replied to her gloomily.
Fang Chixia was stunned and didn't think much for a moment, "This is your private matter, Mr. Luo."
Her answer was very formulaic, and the expression on her face didn't even change.
Luo Yibei's eyes became colder.
Fang Chixia couldn't wait for his reply, and was busy doing things. She simply rejected the woman named Leila, "Miss, I'm sorry, it's not convenient for Mr. Luo to answer the phone now. Please call next time." Come."
Her adaptability has always been very good. When Luo Yibei couldn't answer the call, she would always reply that the other party was unable to answer the phone.
This is a very useful sentence. No matter what situation you encounter, as long as a woman calls, this sentence can be used.
Moreover, this way of answering is very tactful. It not only gives those rich people a way out, but also does not let Rong Xi's image deteriorate due to Luo Yibei's unstable character.
In any case, Fang Chixia thought that any answer would be better than asking her to tell the truth that Luo Yibei was in a rage.
Layla hung up the phone, took her files, and was about to continue reading. Unexpectedly, another call came in.
Ever since Fang Chixia became his personal assistant, it had often happened that she was merciless when answering the phone.
The successive phone calls did not surprise her.
"Hello, Rong Xi International." When she picked up the phone, her attitude was always very good.
The call this time was also for Luo Yibei. She probably knew about his connections in Europe from the news media. Today, all the famous ladies here called as if they had made an appointment.
The caller this time was the daughter of an earl, and Fang Chixia still asked Luo Yibei's opinion in a business-like manner.
"Mr. Luo..." Unexpectedly, just as he spoke, Luo Yibei's cold words suddenly came, "Hang up!"
"Why are you so fierce?" Fang Chixia babbled, speechless at his words.
"I'm sorry, miss, Mr. Luo is not available now." She rejected the other party's call. This time, she did not continue working, but stared at the landline phone for a few seconds.
She felt that with the frequency of calling Luo Yibei today, she should wait less than two minutes for another call to come in.
Sure enough, before two minutes passed, another call came in.
This time it was an Asian rich man from a consortium, but the family business was developing in Europe. The situation was similar to Su Ran's.
Fang Chixia answered the phone, and after hearing the other party's explanation of his purpose, he called Luo Yibei again with an insider.
Unexpectedly, just as the call was dialed and before he spoke, the office door was suddenly opened.
There was a loud noise, probably because the door was opened too hard, and the door panel slapped against the wall, causing many people in the big office outside to tremble.
Fang Chixia's face was raised in surprise, and her eyes were raised.
Luo Yibei stood at the door, his eyes so cold that they could freeze someone to death.
Glancing at her, he uttered two words coldly, "Come in!"
Fang Chixia didn't understand his purpose, but she stood up and followed him in obediently.
The door of the office was closed, blocking the eyes of a large group of people staring at the two people outside.
"Is something wrong?" Fang Chixia raised her head and glanced at him, asking cautiously.