Lu Yutian left the hospital and, upon returning to her residence, cheerfully began organizing her suitcase and preparing clothes and documents for Qing University.
She had just opened the suitcase when she received an urgent call from Yang Tao.
"Miss!"
Lu Yutian was startled, "Uncle Yang, what's wrong? Is it Grandpa?"
Yang Tao hesitated momentarily, and for some odd reason, he seemed to hear a trace of schadenfreude in her response.
That's impossible—surely he misheard?
"Miss, it's not about the old master. It's about the branch company."
Lu Yutian calmed down. "Did our application for the business license get approved?"
"It wasn't approved—it was rejected!" Yang Tao spat angrily, "The Jinjing Chamber of Commerce says we don't meet the operational requirements and outright refused. Without the business license, we can't open the branch company!"
