The middle-aged man stood up and sneaked a glance at Li Mochan, nervously reporting his work.
The lengthy report echoed in the meeting room one wave after another, lingering for a long time.
After the last person finished their report, the meeting room suddenly fell into silence.
The young man lifted his hand and gently touched the frame of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, cautiously glanced at the person seated at the head of the table, and slowly sat down.
From the beginning to the end, Li Mochan hadn't said a word.
The more silent he was, the more the people sitting beside him couldn't figure out his thoughts, and the more terrified they became.
Li Mochan closed the file and casually threw it onto the table.
"Snap—"
Everyone's hearts trembled along with the sound, and they couldn't help but swallow hard.
