C711 Metaplastic

The moment the planning and engineering department's manager left, Jian Zhiyan's cell phone rang.

It was her mother.

"Mom?"

"I brought your grandpa to the hospital this morning to check on his health. He's still in the city right now, so why don't we have lunch together later?"

As Jian Zhiyan flipped through the documents, she paused for a moment. "Alright, I —"

"Wait a moment