"What's going on?" Jun Ting's tone instantly turned icy.
The few executives presenting the report in the office felt chills down their spines; when would Mr. Huo, usually so gentlemanly, show such a cold glint in his eyes?
"Alright, I'm heading back now—"
Heading back? He's going back now?
But they were discussing a very important and serious merger case, for which they had prepared extensively and rehearsed hundreds of times.
And now he's saying he wants to leave?
Won't that mean they have to keep enduring this angst? No, their hearts felt desolate.
The man stood up from the sofa at that moment, his face cold as he said, "Today's meeting will resume at nine tomorrow morning... No, it will continue at two in the afternoon."
He wasn't sure if he could handle that woman overnight—
The group felt like banging their heads against the wall; they realized they had to endure another twenty hours.
Yet their mouths dishonestly responded in unison, "Yes!"
