Boss Wang's face froze for a breath without his control.
Then, the things suppressed by extreme emotions previously, like colors in a vast dye vat, bloomed one by one.
His solid defense system was like a fortress, but Nan Zhubin's words were the wind and rain, penetrating his ears with far more infiltration power than sharp arrows.
"As far as I know, President Wang, your company still has plans to go public soon, right?"
Nan Zhubin's voice was not loud, yet in President Wang's ear, it was like a booming bell.
"If so—of course, the answer is affirmative—then the impact of Old Mo's matter will be more fatal."
Nan Zhubin's pupils were still unfocused, as if someone else was speaking through his mouth.
