Everyone in the conference room looked at each other. Although they still had doubts in their hearts, they did not dare to say anything more.
The meeting proceeded to commence.
Xiao Jiu's expression did not change, but he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
When Shi Yan heard this, he could not help feeling embarrassed. It was so similar to Lord Fu's voice that even he could not tell if it was real or fake.
He collected his thoughts and took out the various data and reports in his hands, analyzing them for everyone present.
This was the Nth time Shi Yan had done something like this, and he couldn't be more familiar with it.
At this moment, in Fu Tingyu's courtyard.
Qin Shu held the phone in her hand. On the surface, she looked calm, but in fact, the palm of her hand with the phone was already covered in a cold sweat.
She had produced Fu Tingyu's voice over the phone using a voice changer and regulating her tone.
