The crowd cautiously and carefully fixed their gaze on the man seated at the center of the office, high above them.
Regarding Yun Sang's audacious words, Feng Ting didn't show much emotional fluctuation. He glanced at Yun Sang, his thin lips curling into an imperceptible arc.
He spoke blandly, his voice resembling that on television, exuding authority even without anger, slow and weighty.
"It's fine," the man laconically said.
It's fine?
Tang Wenhui was taken aback, quite unexpectedly.
Yun Sang was being so audacious, yet Mr. President wasn't angry?
Yun Sang was obviously showing disrespect to the higher-ups!
How could the President just brush it off with a simple "it's fine" and not hold her accountable?
Tang Wenhui couldn't comprehend it, nor could Sikong Yao.
Feng Ting had no intention to explain, his gaze swept from Yun Sang to Lu Mian, and he paused.
"Miss Lu, could I have a word with you alone?"
When he said this, it was clear he wasn't putting on airs.
