At 3 p.m., the headquarters of Qianmu Group.
A red Ferrari stopped downstairs.
Li Qiao got out of the car, looked up at the towering building while carrying a small suitcase, and walked in without glancing sideways.
In the top-floor private meeting room, Li Qiao sat down serenely.
She placed her suitcase at the corner of the table, crossed her legs, took out her phone, and started playing games.
At the same time, multiple security guards poured out of the lobby downstairs, standing guard at each entrance, ready for whatever might come.
In the boss's office, Gu Chenn propped his legs up on the desk, a toothpick between his lips as he watched the live surveillance footage on his phone, scoffing, "Is she too ashamed to show her face? Wearing a mask in broad daylight?"
Liu Zinan pinched his left wrist with his right hand, his face deathly pale.
The morning's presentation had ended amidst a cacophony of ridicule.
Qianmu Group had suffered a heavy loss.
