When He Yuelian entered the Hell Apartment, Yang Jian was relatively relaxed, staying in Shangtong Tower, listening to the reports from the past few days.
Zhang Liqin was fulfilling her secretarial duties, holding a notebook: "The people from the Japan Exorcism Club are still here, wanting to meet with President Yang. After rejecting them last time, they don't seem to have given up."
Yang Jian sipped his cola while listening to the report: "Why are the people from the Exorcism Club lingering around?"
"They didn't say, they want to discuss something with President Yang face to face," Zhang Liqin replied.
Beside her, Jiang Yan, who was filing her nails, sneered: "It can't be anything good. Those people look sneaky, not decent at all. I think we should just send them away directly."
"Leaving them hanging isn't a solution either. Arrange a time to meet them later."
Yang Jian thought for a moment and said casually.
"Alright, President Yang."
