Fang Yi had thought he could manipulate Rong Quan when he was inciting him earlier, but now it was clear he couldn't. If Rong Quan continued to fail like this, the Rong Group might be ruined by his hands.
It wasn't that Fang Yi couldn't bear it, but he also coveted the Rong Group.
Fang Yi was no good man, and he would certainly seize the Rong Group if he could.
Fang Yi waved the receptionist away and sat there in thought for a long time. The seat he had chosen was right opposite the chairman's office. From here, the door to the office was shut tight, with no sign of anyone coming out.
Fang Yi waited patiently, occasionally picking up his cup to sip his coffee. Just as he grew bored and lit a cigarette, he suddenly saw the receptionist leading a woman toward the office.
That woman was graceful and beautiful, followed by an elegant gentleman, who was none other than Song Duan.
