The meeting room gradually quieted down.
Several members of the elite team, after staring at the daydreaming Jiang Yuan for a while, turned their eyes to Wan Baoming, their gazes flickering with questions: What does this guy mean by not speaking?
Wan Baoming realizes that the whole time Jiang Yuan had spent not talking was barely the length of a few Japanese movies, and even that, the sort watched in a fast-forward manner. How could he possibly know what Jiang Yuan was really up to?
Therefore, Wan Baoming turned his gaze to Wei Zhenguo.
Wei Zhenguo, who had been lounging back waiting for the results, had to sit up now, hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "Wait a bit, Jiang Yuan might have thought of something."
Actually, Wei Zhenguo was already quite familiar with Jiang Yuan.
In his understanding, the current Jiang Yuan was definitely not just thinking of something — it was very likely that in his mind, he was already getting closer and closer to the murderer.
