Assistant Yan's eyes wandered, and he couldn't help but let out a light cough.
President Lu, wake up!
There's a crowd of people watching behind you.
Perhaps his inner outcry was heard, as Lu Yancheng withdrew his gaze and coldly swept it towards the middle-aged man behind him.
"Wanhua, let's drop the new project," he said.
Wanhua's expression faltered, and he cried out in disbelief, "Haven't we already finalized the deal?"
How could it be canceled just like that?
And it's not like he had laid a finger on that woman; he had just said a few words.
Receiving a look from President Lu, Assistant Yan sighed and approached the middle-aged man: "General Wan, you know our boss's temperament. Once he's spoken, it's pretty much final. I'll escort you out."
Wanhua wanted to struggle, but his elbow was tightly gripped, and he was forced to glower at the opposite side fiercely: "Master Lu, we'll see about this. You will regret it!"
