The temperature of the entire meeting room plunged to freeing point. The crowd looked at one another, silent, and even slowed their breathing, for fear of disturbing Young Master Ye.
What was the matter with Young Master Ye?
Did something major happen?
Was the company going bankrupt?
While the crows were making wild guesses, Ye Sijue only frowned and called the number back.
However, it didn't get through. An emotionless woman's voice rang out, "The phone you are trying to reach has been turned off. Please try again later…"
Ye Sijue's gaze turned cold, and he clenched his fists tightly, as though trying to crush the phone in his hands.
He got up suddenly and walked out of the meeting room without a word.
The crowd didn't dare to breathe under the intensely dreadful atmosphere.
Ye Sijue looked grave as he hurried over to the surveillance room and got someone to extract video feeds relating to Mo Xiaomeng.
