Inside the grand boardroom.
The atmosphere of corporate gravity and an arena of polished wood and muted tension hung above everyone's head.
The large mahogany table in an inverted U shape bore witness as it braced itself for a pivotal confrontation.
The two conflicting aura arose within the room—calmness with the presence of opulent furniture and antiques on several glass shelves as decoration, adjusting the atmosphere to those who were sitting on the one side.
Ling Qingyu placed many such similar pieces, showcasing the wealth and seriousness she had for her company.
On the other side, several glances were exchanged and nobody spoke a word; a depressing feeling brewed until the door swung open.
Everyone stood up, seeing the identity of a visitor.
Ling Qingyu, impeccably dressed in a sharp business suit, walked in briskly and sat at the head of the table.
Zhao Xiurong and Su Ruomei took seats behind her as assistants.
