Ruiyin Group's grand meeting room was filled with high-level executives seated around a heavy, deep-red mahogany conference table.
Quan Yu sat at the head of the table. He had changed his clothes but was still dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, which made his sharp features look even more dominant and icily arrogant. Even though most of the executives seated below him were over fifty, Quan Yu, who had just passed thirty, did not seem any less imposing. Some people are born leaders. Quan Yu, at his age, already possessed vast experience that lent an incredibly intimidating air of authority to his presence.
When he looked down at his phone, the vice president who was speaking unconsciously paused. Once Quan Yu finished and gestured for him to continue, the vice president resumed speaking.
Quan Yu listened perfunctorily.
