Chairman Qin Zixuan had already left, and her office should now be empty. Chu Mo did not know where the upper management was, but he did know that many of the company's top artists were on the sixty-sixth floor.
He pressed the button for the sixty-sixth floor. The high-speed elevator swiftly ascended, and within less than a minute, it stopped. The elevator doors opened, and Fan Gao, with the strength of a Grandmaster just one step from the top, slightly bowed his head as Chu Mo stepped out with the other man following closely behind.
Walking down the corridor and arriving at the familiar practice room, Chu Mo found that the practice room, which should have been bustling, was unusually quiet today.
