Qiao Yucong pulled out a chair, motioning for Xia Pengpeng to sit down.
Since he had arrived, there was no need for her to do anything herself.
The few people carrying briefcases also took their seats automatically, each with an expressionless face—just one glance at them was enough to instill fear.
Han Jisen seemed to recognize one of these people.
But he wasn't quite sure, it was indeed this person.
Even Qiao Yucong couldn't possibly have the clout to invite someone like that, even if he could, this one person's presence was significant enough!
Moreover, there were several others, and their backgrounds were surely not small.
Due to the aura of these individuals, no one else dared to make a noise.
Ji Shaoyang watched Qiao Yucong, clenching his fists tightly, barely controlling his hostility.
Just then, Qiao Yucong looked up, meeting Ji Shaoyang's gaze. Suddenly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Confronted with such momentum, Ji Shaoyang averted his gaze.
