"Vice Chairman, let me go take care of them."
Zheng Hongxin did not immediately reply but instead glanced towards Fang Cheng, who was sitting calmly in the main seat.
"Chairman Fang, what do you think?"
Faced with the suddenly tense atmosphere, Fang Cheng's hand remained steady while picking up food, without any pause.
He did not show any surprise, extending his chopsticks to pick up two deliciously roasted abalones and stuffing them into his mouth, chewing heartily.
After spending a long time in the depths of a ten-thousand-meter sea, he was indeed very hungry.
As his cheeks moved, the fresh and sweet juices burst in his mouth.
Not until he swallowed all the food in his mouth did Fang Cheng put down the chopsticks and leisurely picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.
He lifted his eyelids, scanning the tense crowd around him.
"It seems your True Thought Society has quite a few troubles usually; you can't even have a peaceful meal."
