His expression was solemn and extremely indifferent, as if covered with a layer of ice and snow.
He paused in front of Leng Zhongyu, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said calmly, "I have important things, please come in."
He gave this order in a calm tone, but it was firm and unquestionable, with a hint of kingly demeanor, noble and domineering.
He jumped directly over the crowd and led Qingting into the conference room. His aura of dominance made people feel awe.
Everyone was stunned, looking at each other, at a loss.
This is Mr. Rui, has he really lost his memory?
Why does the tone of speech remain exactly the same as before?
Luo Dazhi rubbed his eyebrows and followed in without saying a word.
As soon as he moved, a group of people following him entered the conference room with a roar.
Uncle Wen hesitated for a moment and glanced at Leng Zhongyu, only to see that his face was livid and his whole body was trembling. He was probably very angry.
"Master Yu, let's go in together and see what they mean. Don't worry, things will always be explained."
Leng Zhongyu secretly resented that it was in vain that he had tried every means to win over these people. He had spent so much time and effort on them, but they were still far away from each other, without a single correct word.
As a result, with Leng Qirui's gentle words, they immediately followed.
What the hell is going on?
When Uncle Wen saw this, he couldn't help but shook his head, and patiently tried to persuade him a few more words, and then he managed to coax Leng Zhongyu's face to lighten up a little.
As soon as he entered the conference room, Leng Zhongyu's face suddenly darkened and he was so angry that he was so angry.
The main seat that originally belonged to him was occupied by the man and woman, sitting side by side, one on the left and one on the right, intimate and understanding.
He froze on the spot, burning with anger, pointing his finger at the man and woman, and yelled viciously, "Get up."
His roar was deafening, startling everyone present.
He has always shown himself to be gentle and harmless, always acting like a noble man. When has he ever been so out of character?
Leng Qirui glanced at him lightly, his attitude was very contemptuous, "I like this position, you can choose any one."
This disdainful tone can really drive people crazy.
Leng Zhongyu added fuel to the fire, his eyes were red, "Get out of here, this is not the place you should be."
In his anger, he couldn't care less about his grace or concealment.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling very embarrassed and simply kept silent.
They are both young masters of the Leng family. One is the former heir and the other is the current head of the family. Who can they help?
Logically speaking, it should be said that he helped the former, the legitimate heir, and he was arranged by the old family master to participate in the gathering of heroes before he was a minor, and he did not fail every year, paving the way for him to inherit the position of the family master, and he had friendship with them.
If it hadn't been for the accident seven years ago, he would have been the perfect candidate for the new head of the Leng family.
However, the world is now ruled by Leng Zhongyu. He has successfully taken over the throne for seven years and is the person designated by the old patriarch. It is reasonable and reasonable.
Qingting opened her big watery eyes, half-smiling.
"He doesn't deserve to be treated, so you don't deserve to be treated, right, everyone."
Everyone wailed in their hearts, this eldest lady is really not a fuel-efficient lamp, does she have to drag them into the water?
The problem is, their position is also very difficult.
A middle-aged man coughed twice, "Madam, who is this?"
Everyone knows that he is asking questions knowingly, but they don't know whose side he is on.
He is a well-known centrist and has not officially joined Leng Zhongyu's camp.