Miss An Yan stood tall and clear-eyed, leading the way.
Behind her followed a man around fifty in a formal suit, the well-known Lawyer Zhang Yufeng from the legal circle, and a young man who appeared carelessly playful.
An Jincheng's assistant stepped forward to block them, "Our company is currently holding an election meeting, please leave if you are not involved."
Zhang Yufeng stepped forward, "Who says we are not involved?"
He made a welcoming gesture, "Miss An Yan now has the most right to attend today's election meeting."
An Yan took a seat where the assistant used to sit, to the right of the main seat occupied by An Jincheng.
She curved her lips slightly, "At which point has the election meeting progressed?"
A glint of maliciousness flickered in An Jincheng's eyes; he certainly knew who the girl before him was.
