"Lu Chenyuan," Elder Shang erupted in anger.
The atmosphere in the office was charged with Elder Shang's explosive temper, and with a wave of his large hand, the documents scattered across the floor.
Lu Chenyuan sat on the sofa, his long fingers interlocked, his head lowered.
In Elder Shang's eyes, Lu Chenyuan had never been like this.
He had watched Lu Chenyuan rise, step by step, to where he was today; no matter the circumstance, he was always the ambitious mastermind with a firm grasp on control.
The present Lu Chenyuan, in Elder Shang's eyes, showed no trace of fighting spirit; he remained silently expressionless.
Elder Shang's face turned a shade paler, "What were you thinking? All your previous efforts have been in vain, the project indefinitely halted, you've stepped down from the board. Lu Chenyuan, do you know how many people's hard work is tied to Ideal City?"
"I'll take responsibility and cover the losses," Lu Chenyuan said. "I'm sorry to have disappointed you."
