An oppressive silence filled with suspicion and anxiety permeated the air, more suffocating than the previous dead silence.
At this moment, Lei Ran's phone suddenly rang sharply, the name flashing on the screen was—"President Yan."
Everyone's gaze "whoosh," as if pulled by invisible strings, instantly focused on that small phone.
Even the air seemed to stop flowing, leaving only that abrupt ringtone echoing in the meeting room full of complex emotions, like a sharp blade piercing the darkness, or a stone thrown into an unknown abyss.
Is it the echo of the abyss or the harbinger of salvation? No one knew.
Lei Ran answered the call, his voice slightly hoarse: "President Yan."
"Manager Lei." Yan Yueqing's voice was clear and calm, without a ripple, like a shot of adrenaline. "Did you see the news?"
