At that time, inside the Bao Group's meeting room.
The company elders and department white-collar workers sat neatly in suits at the table, full of momentum, yet the meeting room was deathly silent, the atmosphere eerily frozen.
Looking around the entire table, anyone there was a graduate from a renowned international university, elite in the industry.
Yet, at this moment, they were being scolded by Bao Ye so severely that they didn't dare to breathe audibly.
All heads were lowered, silent.
Chen Nan stood behind, swallowing silently, watching the man's expression, which was extremely unsightly.
Bao Ye rested his hand on the meeting table, fingertips gently tapping, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone, suddenly let out a cold sneer.
"Why is no one speaking?"
"Turned mute?"
"Weren't you all quite talkative just now?"
"..."
All heads lowered even further.
