The Devil

"I'm happy! Of course I'm happy! We were all worried sick when we suddenly lost contact with you!" Yan Yuan's legs turned soft under Yan Ruo's gaze as he said with a smile.

Yan Ruo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the people in the hall.

The others did not have such a strong heart like Yan Yuan did. A few of extended Yan Family members had already collapsed in their chairs, while the directors of the branch companies also looked at each other i horror.

Not long ago, when Yan Ruo had just taken over the company affairs, he had said that Yan-3's words could represent him. Everything Yan-3 did was under his instruction.

Yan Ruo's gaze was like a sharp knife, cutting open the hypocritical faces of these people.

Wang Lai's whip did not hit Yan-3, but his arm was still shot. They could not imagine what would happen to them who were helping the tyrant.