Sikong Jian agreed rather hastily, and Feng Ting turned his head to glance at him.
Being on the same team, Feng Ting naturally wouldn't undermine at this moment, but a trace of worry was hidden deep in his eyes.
Grant was pleased now and immediately made a decisive decision.
"Please have Secretary-General as our witness; they agreed to it voluntarily. I hope Lu Mian will not skip the conference five days from now."
Sikong Jian flipped his coat behind him, smiling like a playboy from ancient times.
"Naturally. I also hope that five days from now, you won't be crying too badly."
"..." Grant exchanged a glance with Henry beside him, his cold and aloof face suddenly burst into a laugh, as if hearing a funny joke.
Henry laughed along.
Sikong Jian didn't care.
The meeting had reached a point where there was no need to continue.
