He let out a long breath.
Zheng Yilun let out a long breath, gradually calming himself.
Only then did he take the Wealth God Ring from Chu Jianghe's hand and walk, step by step, toward Lin Han.
TAP.
TAP.
TAP.
His steps were slow and deliberate, his expression calm.
But in the eyes of the crowd, this very calmness made their hearts pound in terror.
"See that? The Chairman always looks perfectly calm right before he erupts in fury!"
"But this is just the calm before the storm!"
Chu Jianghe sneered.
As one of the people who knew Zheng Yilun best, he was well aware that the calmer Zheng Yilun appeared, the more furious he actually was.
And it wasn't just Chu Jianghe.
The others also knew this about Zheng Yilun, and the gazes they turned on Lin Han filled with pity.
TAP.
Finally, Zheng Yilun came to a stop before Lin Han.
Everyone felt as if they were suffocating.
"Brother Xiao Linzi..."
Xian'er's pretty face was ashen, her expression thick with worry.
