Bai Xiaosheng grasped the doorknob of the conference room and paused for a full second.
Behind him, there was no sound of footsteps, no urging, and even Zhang Meng behind him made no movement at all!
Zhang Meng, who had long served as Ji Mingyang's secretary, acted decisively and straightforwardly, yet he didn't utter a word of hurry. It seemed that he must have been stopped by Secretary Wang Yu.
My guess wasn't wrong, Bai Xiaosheng thought to himself.
This was also a means of confirmation for him.
Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but take a deep breath, turned the doorknob, gently pushed the door open, and then stepped inside.
On the other side, Mu Beichen did the same.
At the moment he opened the door, he also hesitated for a moment, his expression quite solemn.
This guy had a sixth sense as sharp as a wolf's. Although he hadn't noticed Wang Yu's expressions, at the instant he opened the door, he too sensed something unusual in the air.
