The atmosphere in the meeting room was somewhat eerie.
Leng Yichen's face didn't look too good, with his brows slightly furrowed and eyes fixed forward. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, unsettling those who listened.
The directors of various departments reported their situations one by one. Theoretically, the news they reported was all positive. Huamei International's stock price had been stable recently, the performance of overseas and regional subsidiaries was on the rise, and there were no troublesome competitors or projects recently.
Mr. Leng's expression, although always stern and rigorous, had never been like this.
Due to Leng Yichen's expression, the department heads became nervous all at once. No one knew why Leng Yichen wore such an expression...
Everyone looked towards the Operations Director, Wang Wei. Wang Wei was also puzzled and glanced at Anna, who was taking meeting notes. Anna shook her head with a confused look as well.
