In the vast meeting room, there was silence.
The expression inching across Bo Yanching's face made everyone so tense that they clutched at the floor with their toes, each lowering their heads for fear of accidentally meeting his gaze.
Even Han Chuan silently placed his hands in front of him, closed his legs, and strictly maintained his posture as if ready to pay homage at any moment.
However, just when everyone thought that Bo Yanching would burst into anger, his voice rang out once more, still laced with a hint of amusement.
"Good, it's still early for lunch; come over, I'll have someone bring some pastries for you to eat."
Nan Jiaojiao had been planning to find him anyway, so she agreed.
Bo Yanching continued to speak soothingly to her until Nan Jiaojiao got into the car and then he ended the call.
The crowd in the meeting room was stunned.
Was this the so-called Cold Yama who was ruthless and decisive with every word?
