Her voice echoed in the hall, silence pervaded, and all eyes were staring at Ye Yuan, the proud and cool little boy beside her.
The kid wasn't tall, but his demeanor was imposing. He wore a flashy little black trench coat and sunglasses, confidently tilting his chin up as if to say, "I'm the domineering little President. Who should I fear?"
Their eyeballs nearly popped out. No way, they were making this kid the famous heir to the Jun Group?
Everyone was stunned, clutching their hearts, feeling like they had been on a roller coaster—frightened out of their wits. They had guessed neither the beginning nor the end of this affair. Who would have thought that, at the conclusion of this battle between father and sons, the victor would be a mere child? This surely qualified as the year's most astonishing miracle.
