As time passed by minute by minute, fifty minutes had gradually slipped by. At this moment, the atmosphere in the meeting room grew increasingly oppressive. Although there was no apparent change on the faces of Leng Qingqiu and Xia Bing, they were secretly murmuring to themselves in their hearts.
After all, by now, fifty minutes had passed with only ten minutes remaining until the agreed time, and the so-called representative of the Newman Group had yet to arrive, which indeed caused some subtle worry in their hearts.
In contrast, Lu Yu sat there calmly sipping tea, appearing completely composed and unconcerned, as if he wasn't worried about the matter at all.
