On the way home, Gong Shaoyu sat in the back seat of the car, with a laptop on his lap, holding a document in his hand and reviewing it.
A piece of news popped up at the bottom right corner of the computer. Gong Shaoyu frowned slightly, instinctively wanting to close it. But his peripheral vision caught the news headline, and his hand paused with the mouse, opening the webpage almost subconsciously.
The news about Beichen Rui holding a press conference appeared before Gong Shaoyu's eyes. The news conference was held at ten in the morning.
Calculating according to Z City's time, it should now be around three in the afternoon, meaning it's been about five or six hours.
He skimmed through the report swiftly, his brows furrowing deeper.
Perhaps everyone thought Beichen Rui abruptly decided to hold a press conference, but Gong Shaoyu saw through the ruse.
In his view, Beichen Rui's press conference wasn't a sudden inspiration.
