The man known as the "Iceberg President" who can freeze his subordinates to internal injuries during meetings?
"Ye Qingwan, what are you doing standing still?" The supervisor's voice came from behind, "Mr. Gu is waiting to read this report."
I nodded mechanically, my mind going blank. As I walked through the corridor, I tried my best to glance forward with the corner of my eye - the door of the conference room was ajar, and there were a row of executives in suits and ties sitting inside. The man at the main seat was looking down at documents.
Gu Beichen.
His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his thin lips were pursed tightly, with an expression that said, "The whole world owes me five million."
System, are you kidding me?
