In the conference room, all the high-level executives of Muyun Group were holding their monthly regular meeting. The spacious conference table was filled with core members engaged in heated discussions.
At the main seat, Duan Tang was sitting quietly in his white long gown. Without any strife or argument, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was very warm. He looked as though he had stepped out of an ink painting, quite out of place amidst the tense atmosphere of the meeting room.
Next to Duan Tang sat Ruan Hao and a female secretary. Ruan Hao was relatively unfazed; having been by Duan Tang's side for many years, he had developed immunity to his charm. However, the young female secretary kept involuntarily shifting her gaze to Duan Tang's figure, which caused her to blush and misspell a few words.
