"President, there is a shareholder meeting in fifteen minutes regarding the new project development issue."
A Porsche sped away from the hospital, and Ouyang, sitting in the car, reported the upcoming schedule. Seeing the gloomy expression on the president's face, he felt his heart and guts tremble.
Tang Yan's complexion was as if soaked in ink, his collar slightly wrinkled and his hair somewhat disheveled, but it did not affect his handsomeness in the least.
Tang Group's senior conference room.
Everyone had already assembled by the time Tang Yan arrived fashionably late. Those with keen eyes immediately noticed his informal attire and the fine scratch on his face.
Tang Yan sat down, briefly flipped through the documents, and remained silent, the atmosphere growing tense as nobody dared to make a sound.
In the end, it was Tang Ningya, with a tone of elder concern, who broke the silence, "Ah Yan, what happened to you? You are never late."