Time was ticking, and the atmosphere in the conference room was extremely tense despite the silence. A majority of the people began to show some form of panic, nervousness, unease, and frustration.
Everyone was clear on what they were really waiting for.
After some time of waiting, the door of the conference room opened with a loud bang.
The tense atmosphere in the conference room peaked, and everyone felt as if they were about to be punished for a crime that they had committed.
Old Mr. Wen entered the room with Xue Yishan helping him in. He was holding a walking stick with one hand, and although age had caught up with him, he still looked domineering and confident.
Wen Xinya slowly stood up from her chair, walked to his side and hugged him. "Welcome back, Grandpa."
At that moment, she felt extremely excited.
