Mo Yuzhen's brows rose slightly. "What's wrong?"
Wen Hao rushed forward, breathless, thrusting a tablet into his hands. "President Mo… please take a look at this."
On the screen, Tang Xiyu's video was playing of chaos, shouting, and the blurred image of her clutching her bleeding face. For a heartbeat, Mo Yuzhen didn't move. Then his chair scraped violently against the floor as he shot to his feet.
"Meeting adjourned."
There was no explanation given. There was no room for questions.
He walked out without a backward glance, leaving behind stunned executives who stared at each other, unable to process what had just happened.
Murmurs rippled through the room as realization slowly set in—something serious had occurred.
Something involving her.
Outside, Mo Yuzhen had already entered the elevator. The doors slid closed, and the composed businessman vanished. He paced the confined space like a caged beast.
