The sound of leather shoes knocking on the marble floor was getting closer.
In the center of everyone's attention, a middle-aged man in a navy blue suit, who was about 50 years old, with meticulously combed hair, walked quickly with a group of people.
He walked in a hurry. His forehead was even oozing fine sweat, but his steps were steady and powerful.
"Chairman Niu!?"
The moment people saw the person's face, the hall was filled with exclamations.
Chen Dehan's expression changed drastically. His original tough stance instantly froze, and his expression was replaced by a trace of unnoticeable panic.
It was the founder and chairman of the South Guangdong Fenghua Jewelry Group, Niu Songran.
"President Niu, why are you here?" Chen Dehan subconsciously stepped forward and forced a smile. "Why did I bother you with such a small matter…"
Niu Songran did not even look at him and walked straight past him.
