Chapter Eight!
"So who was it exactly, Dong Zheng? Impossible!" Chu Qingxue's mind naturally conjured an image.
The waiting time was long, especially today, which for Chu Qingxue was definitely one of the most unforgettable days of her life, even disrupting her usually calm demeanor.
She had hopes, hoping the proposal would help her, hoping to win the bid. But such hope was too elusive, all too illusory, impossible to grasp.
In the dining area reserved for the Chu Family employees at the bidding conference, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.
"What's the matter? Why is the atmosphere so oppressive?" Ye Chenfeng arrived and saw everyone's expressionless faces. He couldn't help but say.
Everyone looked up at him, no one daring to speak. Chu Qingxue glared at him a few times.
"Hey, this is so dull, shall I tell everyone a joke?" Ye Chenfeng touched his head and said.
Surprisingly, Chu Qingxue nodded, "Okay, go ahead! Let everyone relax a bit!"
