After Su Huai left the room, the atmosphere in the office became increasingly oppressive.
The executives, who had just displayed high emotional intelligence, now only felt tormented.
One by one, they bowed their heads, quietly packed up their things, and ignored the unpleasantness that had just occurred, not daring to say a word of persuasion.
Which wise person would involve themselves in such conflicts?!
One was a representative of the major shareholders, the builder of the entire strategic and management system, the company's top boss.
The other was a secondary shareholder and the top star, the face of the company, and the financial backer's Little Cotton-padded Jacket.
Who could weigh their importance against each other?
Impossible to tell!
The only certainty was... both ancestors, they couldn't afford to offend either.
Pei Shuyu stiffened for a moment, infuriated to the point of pain.
