Behind the twenty chairs stood many people, most of them were their assistants or those one level below them, considered the backbone of the Feng Family. Not counting the bodyguards at the very edges, altogether there were over a hundred people.
When Sheng Ning appeared at the doorway wearing a black high-collared modified Zhongshan suit, the conference room immediately fell silent, countless eyes all focused on her.
With her hands clasped behind her back, she interlocked her fingers to maintain her composure. No panic, and certainly no timidity. She expressionlessly looked toward the carved Taishi Chair at the main seat, then her eyes slightly narrowed and indifferent as they swept over each face present.
Those who were originally seated reluctantly stood up upon meeting her gaze.
Feng Zhenzhen followed beside Sheng Ning, her eyes were dark and sinister, and whoever she looked at felt an innate aversion, repulsion yet also fear from the depths of their heart.
