It was over.
A surge of elation swept through Shang Ruohai, extinguishing the smoldering anxieties in his mind like a torrential downpour dousing a wildfire.
He directed his gaze at the spot, where Shang Ruohan was seen last.
That elder half-brother of his already left his corner. He was probably in the middle of venting his frustration somewhere.
Shang Ruohai's lips pulled into a smirk.
Finally.
He had won.
The CEO seat of CNC Studio was practically his, no doubt about that.
Shen Jingwei ended his speech with a polite bow to the audience.
"I pray to see you again in several months. Until then, see you."
The unexpected announcement was greeted by a tepid and uncertain response, a half-hearted applause that hung in the air.
Nevertheless, the rest of the award ceremony progressed smoothly without further disturbances.
After the last award was presented, the Kunlun Snow Lotus Award Ceremony concluded with lengthy photo sessions.
