C296 Director Hu's Gift and Invitation to the Mgm Gala
Qin Mo reached into his pocket for his phone. Whether it was the biting cold or the excitement of a billion-dollar deal, his hands trembled too much to get it out. The phone kept ringing incessantly. He brought his right hand to his lips, blowing on it for warmth, and finally managed to retrieve the phone.
"It's freezing," Qin Mo muttered to himself
