We have a mission

Yue Ling had long left the conference, but inside the six remaining people were left in silence. The look on their faces was indescribable as no one knew what to feel at this moment.

"H-How did it come to this…"

Liu Xiaoqing, being the only woman, spoke first. She couldn't lift her head up as her teary eyes were glued on the folder in front of her.

*Slam—

From across the table, Yang Chao slams his palm on the table with anger written all over his face. He viscously turns to look at the door Yue Ling had walked out, and he scowls.

"That Han Yue Ling is seeking death. Who does she think she is forcing us to resign?"

He inhales a deep breath that causes his body to tremble and abruptly stands up.

"I will never do as she says. I am An Qing's Production Manager. No one can take this position from me."