1109 Joke

The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy and the directors wearing dark suits all sat together.

Among them were many members of the Pei family that Xia Ling knew, and also some strange directors she didn't recognize.

Many of them turned their heads and looked up at her with different expressions at the sound of the door opening. Sitting at the front was Pei Ziheng, who did not move and was instead continuing to study a piece of information, the wrinkles between his eyebrows as deep as a knife.

Xia Ling maintained her position and stood quietly at the door watching him. The man was still as cold and majestic as the Gods, making her worship and love him. At this moment, under the judgemental stares of the people, her heartbeat was like a drum and she wanted to rush up to him to ask him but could not move her feet.

She was afraid.