Yan City time, eight o'clock in the evening.
Lu Weixi had just sat down, and she had just sent a message to Qin Zhiyou that she would be two hours late coming back, but Qin Zhiyou didn't reply.
He wasn't in a meeting, nor was he dealing with other official business; he was in his office.
However, his office was not only occupied by him; it was packed with a group of his subordinates, following the power struggle storm at Hanhai. Even Fang Rushuang was there.
But in the vast office, not a single person spoke, all of them held their breath and focused intently on him.
After a moment, Qin Zhiyou placed the report in his hand on the desk, his voice a bit loud. Just this simple act of placing a document made everyone in the company shudder, all heads were bowed, no one dared to respond.
