The conference room door slowly opened, and a pair of gleaming leather shoes entered everyone's line of sight.
Then, everyone got a clear look at his face: sharp, chiseled features, a straight nose, and a calm demeanor. But it was his eyes that were most striking—deep and mysterious. He was clearly very young, yet he exuded an overwhelmingly powerful aura. However, no one recognized him.
Yang Ye suddenly shouted, "Who are you? Get out!"
"You'll know who I am shortly." Lin Mu smiled faintly, stepped forward leisurely, and sat down in the main seat—the seat reserved exclusively for the chairman.
HISS!
A chorus of sharp gasps filled the conference room.
He actually sat in the chairman's seat?
"Audacious!"
"Insolent!"
"Mi Xiaotao, what are you doing? How did this person get in?"
The managers cursed one after another. Yang Ye even slammed the table and stood up, bellowing, "Someone, throw this damn kid out!"
