"I'm happy! Of course I'm happy! We were all worried sick when we suddenly lost contact with you!" Yan Yuan's legs turned soft under Yan Ruo's gaze as he said with a smile.
Yan Ruo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the people in the hall.
The others did not have such a strong heart like Yan Yuan did. A few of extended Yan Family members had already collapsed in their chairs, while the directors of the branch companies also looked at each other i horror.
Not long ago, when Yan Ruo had just taken over the company affairs, he had said that Yan-3's words could represent him. Everything Yan-3 did was under his instruction.
Yan Ruo's gaze was like a sharp knife, cutting open the hypocritical faces of these people.
Wang Lai's whip did not hit Yan-3, but his arm was still shot. They could not imagine what would happen to them who were helping the tyrant.
