Although the heater inside An Qing was turned on, the temperature inside the conference room seemed to have dropped drastically.
Guo Rong, Xu Zhengyi, Tang Yimou, Yang Chao, and Liu Xiaoqing sat in their seats with a chill like they were stranded in the middle of a freezing blizzard. However, at the same time, it was like they were standing near a burning volcano that caused their bodies to sweat uncontrollably.
No one dares to look at the younger woman sitting at the main seat as their head lower and they could only stare at the table. Each person looked like they were at the police station and were currently being questioned on their crimes.
Compare to them, Yue Ling was as calm and collect as ever. It was as if she was not sitting in a conference room but was at home and enjoying her day off work.
Her bluish-green eyes swept across each individual until she stops at Guo Rong. A faint smile appears on her face and she softly chuckles.