Have they gone mad? How dare they even speak about the contract? Do they really intend to go down together?
Jun Shi's chest heaved with anger, he just couldn't fathom what those idiots were thinking, actually spilling their own secrets — have their brains short-circuited?
"Contract, what contract?" The shareholders all latched onto this sensitive term.
Jun Guanru's eyes darkened, and he slapped the table with rage, "What contract exactly? Bring it to me this instant."
The few shareholders took a deep breath, under Jun Shi's fierce and cool gaze, they shakily produced several contracts, and the secretary, too anxious to make a sound, quickly placed them in front of Jun Guanru.
