He was excessively rational, a businessman at heart—Shen Jinci knew it better than anyone.
Shen Zhaoli was startled within, glancing at Bian Yue in panic.
But Bian Yue remained calm, as if she had anticipated Shen Jinci's response, and asked composedly, "Mr. Shen makes a good point. In your opinion, what should be done then?"
"Bian Yue..." Shen Zhaoli whispered apprehensively, "Stop it, what are you asking for?"
Bian Yue simply looked at Shen Jinci. In the silence of the conference room, she enunciated clearly, "Mr. Shen, what do you think should be done?"
Shen Jinci's fingertips lightly tensed, and he spoke again, his voice notably deep, "If President Bian wishes for a resolution, we may discuss it privately."
Bian Yue's expression remained unchanged as she looked at Shen Jinci's indifferent face and slightly curled the corners of her lips, saying softly, "No need, let's discuss it here."
