A rage-filled Song Yi, looking up, noticed the cruel glint in Jian Qing's eyes. His back stiffened, taut as a fully drawn bow string.
"You..."
Before he could continue, Jian Qing turned and moved toward the end of the long table.
A member of the Nether Army pulled out a chair from somewhere and placed it opposite Song Yi.
"Please sit."
Jian Qing nodded and sat down across from Song Yi, her body leaning back. Her dominant aura filled the entire meeting room.
The directors were secretly shocked. Although they had heard about Jian Qing, this was the first time they had met her in person.
She was indeed as audacious and arrogant as rumored.
A person favored by Quan Jingwu was indeed extraordinary.
"Jian Qing, get up. This internal meeting of our Song Group is not a place for you." Song Xirou's ever-present smile finally faltered as she glared at Jian Qing, gritting her teeth.
