Fengyi Building, in a suite across from the Golden Emperor International Hotel Building.
Liang Shiman stood with her arms folded, coldly watching everything opposite and sneering.
At this moment, reporters, media, television stations, and vehicles started blocking the entrance of Fengyi one by one. It's almost 9:30, and once working hours begin, the relevant personnel might find it impossible to avoid being confronted!
Furthermore, the longer the matter drags on, the worse its nature is bound to become.
As long as Feng Chengjin and the others cannot promptly resolve these issues... once the Nasdaq in the United States opens tomorrow night... just drag it out for two more days until Gu Qingfeng's matters are definitely nailed down with a confession...
Liang Shiman's eyes were sinister, her lips curled into a cold half-smile, and the resentment in her heart grew wildly like thorns, spreading.
