Before Su Luo could say anything more, Gu Liancheng sent another text: Bring her back right now!
The entire conference room of people watched Gu Liancheng, his grip on his phone so tight it seemed he would snap it in half.
"Mr. Gu, our project proposal--"
He suddenly stood up, pushing back his chair with a loud noise, interrupting the speaker.
He scanned the room, his tone distant, "You discuss it amongst yourselves."
Without waiting for a response, he hastily left the conference room.
Everyone exchanged looks: What happened?
Upon stepping out, he immediately dialed Su Luo's number, his expression, icy, "Ah Luo, go get Fang Eleven right now!"
In the photo Su Luo had just sent, although the man's face was indistinct, Fang Eleven's face, a face he knew better than anyone, was recognizable even beneath a layer of ash!
She was actually in another man's arms!
