Fan Song finished speaking, released Su Yinxue's hand and strode towards the exit of the conference room.
Everyone watched as Fan Song's expression dramatically changed, not understanding what was happening.
Everyone stared at Fan Song blankly.
Fan Song reached the doorway, unable to hold back the stifling feeling in his chest any longer.
He turned around and looked at Yang Fei with a sinister gaze.
"Yang Fei, you are very good, very good," he said.
Yang Fei, careless and indifferent, looked askew at the sky.
He wore a languid expression that seemed to say, "Just try and bite me."
Fan Song stamped his foot and left the room resentfully.
With the new president in place, the senior executives, of course, could not avoid trying to ingratiate themselves.
However, Su Yinxue did not give them any chances.
She casually announced three pieces of news.
First, the company's management would be reorganized soon.
