Zhuo Xiangqiao looked at the group of people sitting under him, impatience flowing through his entire body.
He propped his head up with one hand, while the other hand kept tapping on the table.
The sound of his fingers tapping on the tabletop was exceptionally clear in the quiet meeting room.
Everyone present felt that each sound was like a beat against their hearts.
"Is this all the ideas you can think of?" he said, looking at the people below who had almost buried their heads.
However, as his words fell, those people buried their heads even deeper.
They began to feel uneasy in their hearts, and their bodies became unusually stiff upon hearing his words.
They hadn't expected Zhuo Xiangqiao to come today. If they had known, they certainly wouldn't have come without preparation.
With his words, everyone tensed up, knowing that speaking carelessly might provoke Zhuo Xiangqiao further, so the best approach was to speak as little as possible now.
