The whole venue was silent.
The entire process just had Kong Yuantao seated in attendance. After Chen Yang had left for quite a while, he suddenly took a sharp breath.
Despite spending most of his life mixed up in the outskirts of Lingjing City.
Always priding himself on his respected identity and unique demeanor.
However, not until today when he met this young man, did Kong Yuantao fully understand that his life was nothing but living at the bottom of a well.
This is so domineering!
On the other side.
Inside a private room on the second floor, Han Zheng's forehead was bulging with veins as he angrily exclaimed, "Someone's definitely playing tricks! Who has the audacity to cause trouble on my Linghe Villa's turf?"
As he spoke, his eyes, already extremely sinister, narrowed into slits, scanning the hall downstairs like pairs of icy blades.
Soon, Han Zheng noticed a strange individual.
