After speaking, Yang Jing scanned the room with his eyes, extended his left hand, casually grabbed a large sofa, and placed it in the center of the room. Then, he stood respectfully to the side as if he were waiting for someone.
Everyone was utterly astonished at the sight of this.
The power Yang Jing had just demonstrated was something they had all felt firsthand. How could such a formidable presence show such humility? Who could warrant this kind of respect from him?
Could it be...?
The thought gave everyone a jolt as they considered a truly terrifying possibility.
Just then, a young man walked in from outside, dressed in a well-tailored black suit with a lazy yet casual smile on his face,
his hands in his pockets, he walked in as if no one else was there and sat on the sofa.
Everyone, including Zheng Fu, seeing this scene, didn't dare to speak and didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
