Dead End

"Brother, what's your plan? Aren't you going to encircle and annihilate the Bo Consortium?"

Bo Jinchuan remained expressionless as he crossed his legs and poured a glass of milk for Shen Fanxing.

Shen Fanxing took it obediently.

Bo Jinghang looked at it for a long time, but there was no response.

What was she thinking?

Bo Jinghang was completely confused.

With the Yuan Corporation in danger, Yuan Sichun was flustered and couldn't calm down.

She could only look at Yuan Zhengchong expectantly. "Dad, what should we do now?"

Her voice was filled with eagerness and anticipation.

However, it was obvious that her panic had stopped. Now that something had happened to the company, she only needed to find a solution.

That was because she had never believed that the huge Yuan Corporation would end up in such a state.

At most, he would lose some money.