Chen Xuan glanced across the conference table and saw President Shen Binglan sitting opposite him. Her elegant brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were displeased, and upon seeing Chen Xuan enter, her expression became visibly awkward.
Recalling the events of the previous night, Chen Xuan felt a flush creep up his face. He understood exactly why Shen Binglan was wearing such a complicated expression.
Sitting at the head of the table to Shen Binglan’s right was a middle-aged man with a stern, cold face and piercing, sinister eyes. Next to him sat a young man with a slouching, insolent posture.
Chapter 81