"President Ye, what do you think?"
Ye Zhichen remained nonchalant, unfazed by Yun Feng's smile.
She arched her eyebrows and took a sip of coffee before saying:
"Oh, best of luck with the shooting, Heavenly King Yun. The company's future is in your hands!"
Yun Feng's face instantly darkened, his teeth clenched in anger.
These two ruthless women!
"Let's go!"
Su Ran stood up and walked out first.
Under Ye Zhichen's seemingly amused gaze, Yun Feng followed and left the office.
Meanwhile.
In the lavish yet understated office, a man in a sharp black suit sat in the office chair, his back and shoulders ramrod straight, the diamond cufflinks at his wrists sparkling brilliantly.
His facial features were handsome but cold, and his captivating phoenix eyes were focused on the computer screen in front of him, revealing a sense of indifference and detachment, exuding an icy oppressive aura.
