Han Luoli went up to the 187th floor but didn't enter the conference room. Instead, he went into the adjoining room next to the conference room.
Wei Feng followed him in and took the initiative to pick up the remote control, turning a white wall into a transparent wall.
The wall transformed, instantly resembling a transparent screen.
From where Han Luoli was seated, he could see the situation in the opposite conference room clearly.
At this moment, there were already five people seated around the conference table.
Besides Han Zaijing and his assistant Xiao Jiang, he had brought three trusted aides this time, perhaps to bolster his presence.
Han Zaijing sat in the conference room, waiting.
His fifty-something face carried a hint of seriousness, with a trace of impatience and pride in his sharp eyes.
He clasped his hands together on the conference table, his slightly moving thumbs indicating that his heart was not calm, perhaps even a little anxious.
