Old Master Wu was holding onto his walking stick and his face was pale with anger. Han Yao's expression remained unchanged. Her gaze lingered on Wu Chenjin for a few seconds before she helped Wu Yuehong to sit down and rest.
There were a few reporters present that Wu Chenjin had arranged in advance, but one or two of them had snuck in, so these things were reported almost in real-time.
The outside world had different opinions about the news, and the business news had paid the most attention to this matter. However, this was only the appetizer that Wu Chenjin had arranged.
Xue Na had already gone downstairs and gradually walked to the edge of the stage. Wu Chenjin's gaze never fell on her. Everyone was waiting for the female lead on the invitation card.
