He had been so arrogant just moments ago, now his situation was a total slap in the face.
He glared at Xia Wen almost viciously; President Jin felt that he'd been played by this woman once again.
But seeing Xia Wenjin's bewildered face, he knew there was nothing simple about this matter.
Xiao Mo pursed his lips, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition—could it be that he had been played by Song Sinian and his cohorts?
Thinking this, his gaze shifted to Mr. Song, who had been sickly moments before, who now looked surprisingly spirited, and his heart sank even further.
With a strained twist of his mouth, Xiao Mo said, "Since Song Sinian is fine, there's no need to continue this shareholders' meeting. If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave."
His first instinct was to flee the place immediately; he had the nagging feeling that if he did not escape now, he would never have the chance again.
