At the top floor of the Junhua Building, a group of executives held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
By the office window, a man stood with a cigarette pinched between his fingers, his back to everyone.
Even from several meters away, one could feel the gloomy aura around him,
after planning a case for five years, to have it nearly fall through overnight, how could one not feel dejected?
It wasn't just Gu Jiangnian—the other executives of Junhua were struggling to accept this as well.
How many five years does a person have in their life? How many five years does a business have?
"Everyone, disperse. As for what to do tomorrow, we'll just have to take it one step at a time," given the circumstances, that was the only option.
"What about the commander He?" Yu Jiang asked uncertainly, his tone inquisitive.
