Qi Yun had already been labeled in his mind as "inconsiderate" and "uncontrollable."
The atmosphere inside the car was tense, and Secretary Wang kept his head down, not daring to breathe too loudly.
He had followed Old Hou for many years and understood the immense fury brewing beneath this seemingly calm exterior.
"Inconsiderate..." Old Hou softly repeated these words, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest, "It seems President Qi feels his wings have hardened and no longer needs to pay heed to our expressions."
"Leader, then shall we now..." Secretary Wang asked cautiously.
"Go back." Old Hou opened his eyes, his tone steady as if the trace of hostility had never appeared, "Since President Qi is busy, we won't disturb him."
"Notify Old Xu to organize an exchange meeting and personally invite Mr. Wei Zhe to attend under this pretext at the hotel."
