In the conference room, a crowd gathered here, but it has been waiting for a long time. At the moment, the atmosphere is really rigid. Although the seniors are still chatting, the smiles on their faces are not smiling, but more and more dignified. Chu Xiaoxin felt the heavy weight. He looked up and saw his father. Father Chu, the seventh in line, was looking at him. The sign in that eye seemed to be asking Chu Xiaoxin.

Chu Xiaoxin shook his head gently. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. The last ten minutes had passed, but Mo Zhengyan had not come yet.

And just after the...