"Oh? Then, what if I will not sign it?" Gu Jinglian suddenly pushed the document away, his expression equally cold.
The boy raised his eyes slightly. His face was hidden in the shadows under the folds of his cloak and could not be seen clearly. The conference room was dominated by the people from Hurricane Group. Even so, Gu Jinglian appeared calm and composed as he sat at the table with Gong Fan.
Their auras clashed several times invisibly, and they were evenly matched.
Lisa, who was standing behind Gong Fan, looked at Gu Jinglian and felt that this man had the same aura as Gong Fan. Cold, ruthless, and even in this sort of atmosphere, his aura was not at all inferior.
Gong Fan said, "You must sign it."
