Forget it, there's no use thinking too much. Su Mo took out his phone and glanced at the time; it was already past seven in the evening. It was time to go back.
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At the top of the Dawn Group's central building, outside the doors to the highest-level meeting room.
Rows of elites dressed in black and white interwoven business attire stood upright on both sides.
At this moment, the sound of high heels echoed as Qian Chengxue approached with a cold and efficient stride.
"Miss, good evening!"
Those waiting outside the meeting room greeted her with respectful bows.
At the same time, the tightly closed doors of the meeting room opened, and Qian Chengxue walked straight in.
Inside the solemn meeting room, which was already filled with people, a middle-aged man with slightly graying temples and a sharp gaze emanating an immense sense of oppression, sat in the leading seat.
