The entire conference room suddenly fell silent, with everyone turning their heads to look at the person who had just spoken.
Cheng Yu's hair was slicked back and shiny, as he sat there for quite a while, with his head held high and his legs crossed, wearing gleaming leather shoes that were clearly not ordinary. His whole face bore the demeanor of a professional, nodding, shaking his head, frowning, or sometimes with an expression of disdain.
Dong Lin frowned slightly, his face somewhat displeased. After all, the results of his efforts for so long were being explained away by someone as mere luck. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable?
