Jin Chenye's rich and deep voice carried a hint of humility, neither overbearing nor servile.
As soon as he spoke, the surrounding area became even quieter.
All the journalists and media members pointed their microphones in his direction, holding their breaths, fearing they might miss something.
Qin Youxuan was across the street, but his voice, transmitted through the microphone, still clearly reached her ears.
Jin Chenye seemed to sense something. His gaze suddenly crossed the crowd and looked directly at the other side of the street, his voice slightly ethereal, "I hope everyone can give Qin Group some space. Wait for the shareholders to have a further discussion, and then we will give you a satisfying answer."
"I heard that you are the person in charge of this contract. Do you have anything to explain, Mr. Jin?" A reporter quickly asked once Jin Chenye finished speaking.
The sharp question carried no hesitation, as if someone had intentionally arranged it.
