That night, on the top floor of the most luxurious Zhongtian Mansion in Qingshan City, in a conference room at the headquarters of the Fang Group.
Qin Hao once again effortlessly donned his disguise, assuming the appearance of Mr. Ye. Reclining casually in a black leather executive chair, he absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the armrest, waiting for someone to arrive.
Click.
The door to the conference room opened gently, and Fang Zhenwu was the first to step in, followed by a slight inviting gesture. Qin Wentian walked into the room right after.
As soon as he entered, his gaze immediately locked onto Qin Hao. Despite holding power for years, Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety and fear at that very moment.
