The situation seemed far from optimistic.
The overall situation had been decided...
**
Everyone had thought things would come to an end here, but Jiang Jinsang, resting his fingers on the table, actually mimicked Jiang Zhenhuan by tapping on the table...
This provoked Jiang Zhenhuan to frown deeply.
This kid had thrown the company into total chaos, and still he thought to mimic him?
"Uncle, there's something you probably don't know..." Jiang Jinsang said with a smile, "this reporter..."
"is my man!"
The tranquility was disturbed by a rumble as if thunder were added to a gloomy day—
Everyone felt a tingling on their scalp and a chill running up their backs.
Jiang Zhaolin was struck as if by lightning, standing there dumbfounded, staring at the person still smiling at him, the air thick and tense, his body taut, his heart pounding against his chest, drumming in his ears.
His gaunt, stern face turned a shade of pale green with anger.
