The long boardroom table was so polished that people could be reflected in it. I sat at the end, spinning my pen in my hand, and looking at the faces opposite me that wished I could die immediately.
"Shen Qingci, you have been in charge of the Shen family for three years, and the group's profits have continued to decline. Do you have anything to explain?" It was my second uncle Shen Guoliang who spoke. His fat face was filled with an expression of sorrow, but there was gloating in his eyes.
