Among those present, there were one or two with whom Yang Chen had dealt with before. As Liang Chen's silence grew, so did the tension in Yang Chen's heart. He wracked his brain for a good while but could not figure out what he might have done to offend Liang Chen. Unable to contain himself, he surreptitiously glanced at a person he was familiar with, giving him an inquiring glance.
That person, upon catching Yang Chen's gaze, slowly gestured with his hand.
Even the people who attend meetings with Liang Chen don't know what's going on?
Yang Chen's heart pounded wildly. He lifted his eyelids and surreptitiously assessed Liang Chen's expression, attempting to glean some clue from his face. However, the man's calm demeanor, his closed eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts, was completely unfathomable to him.
The entire lobby was incredibly quiet.
There was not a sound to be heard.
Yang Chen stood off to the side, sweat slowly forming on his forehead.
