The excited Liu Tiantian suddenly felt a chill in the air. She shivered and stiffly turned her neck to look back.
When she saw the person standing at the door of the innermost office, her heart leaped to her throat, and she started stammering: "Fu... Fu... Fu... President Fu, hello!"
Fu Jinghen took two steps forward and stopped by Feng Li's desk, giving Liu Tiantian a cold look: "What's with that industry summit? Continue."
Feng Li glanced at Fu Jinghen and slowly slid his chair back, trying to distance himself from the pressure Fu Jinghen was emitting.
