Qin Feng took a deep breath to calm himself, his face a portrait of seriousness and respect.
"President Fu, it's time for the meeting."
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Qianran International.
At this moment, the usually noisy conference room was eerily quiet.
People exchanged glances, betraying a mix of shock and panic.
However, the slightly overweight man seated third to the right of Su Ran was beet-red in the face, his chubby cheeks filled with rage, as if he was about to explode at any second.
Su Ran leaned lazily in her chair, tapping her pen against the tabletop, the heavy, muffled sound hammering into everyone's heart.
Her gaze was casual and unconstrained, giving off an air of nonchalance, but those present felt a spine-chilling dread.
It was truly terrifying!
This President Su looked so young and inexperienced, but only those who had witnessed her methods knew what a frightening existence she truly was.
