"Mr. Gu... I... we didn't know you were coming."
One of the older directors shot to his feet, stammering. A fine sheen of sweat coated his forehead as his gaze stayed fixed on Gu Liansheng.
Around the table, chairs scraped softly as the other directors — especially those on Zhou Yuanfeng's side — exchanged uneasy looks. The same question flashed across their faces.
'What was Gu Liansheng doing here?'
Gu Liansheng chuckled lowly, taking long, deliberate strides until he stood behind Shen Linyi. The air shifted — heavy, commanding.
"Do I need a reason to visit my wife?"
Relief flickered across Shen Linyi's face. Just moments ago, she'd been seconds away from losing her temper.
"Of course not," the director replied quickly, wiping sweat from his brow. "Zhou Yuanfeng, I suggest you stand. Let President Gu have your seat."
Zhou Yuanfeng's fingers clenched by his side, his jaw tightening until the vein in his neck pulsed. "What do you mean by that?"
