Wang Mingkun sensed something was amiss and couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"
"I really didn't expect Mr. Ye to be here! Mr. Ye, we are subordinates of President Cheng."
The group of middle-aged men were extremely respectful.
Ye Chenfeng nodded faintly, "Oh."
"Huh? What's going on with you?"
Confused by the situation, Wang Mingkun asked.
"Professor Wang, this is Mr. Ye!"
The middle-aged man was beyond excited.
Wang Mingkun's eyes burned with anger, "I know he's Mr. Ye!"
"No, he's the Mr. Ye who donated 130 billion in cash at the charity event, I was just talking about him!"
"..."
With these words, the site fell into a dead silence, so quiet that the fall of a pin could be heard.
"Hissss..."
Long after, the sound of gasping was heard in succession.
Everyone stared in disbelief at Ye Chenfeng.
Especially Wang Mingkun, whose expression was dazed, as if his understanding had been overturned, making him unable to accept this cruel reality.
