As he entered the tea room, Yang Fan quickly glanced around.
There were two people in the room. One was dressed in blue, with a short beard, thick brows, and eyes like tigers, with a strong build reminiscent of an ancient hero. The other was a young man, with rugged features and a cold temperament. When his gaze met Yang Fan's, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a tightening in his heart, as if an invisible pressure enveloped him.
"Yang Fan, President Yang."
The young man spoke, his voice clear and cool.
"Hello, I am Yang Fan."
Yang Fan quickly nodded.
"Please sit."
The young man gestured for Yang Fan to sit and then poured him a cup of tea.
Yang Fan nervously took the cup and said, "Thank you."
"My name is Qin Tian, and I'm the one who emptied Yuan Shan Group's warehouse."
Clink~
The teacup slipped from his hand, spilling tea onto the table.
Yang Fan hastily steadied the teacup, repeatedly apologizing, "Sorry, sorry."
At that moment, a tidal wave roared in his heart.
