"Sorry, I don't think much of it!"
A cold voice rose in the conference room, causing old Lee in glasses and the Compass man to be taken aback.
Their eyes flickered with confusion, not knowing why there suddenly was a voice of opposition.
The door was pushed open, and a very handsome young man walked in.
The man's complexion was as distinct as sculpture with clear-cut features, his heroic eyebrows slanted upwards, and his long eyes filled with sharpness that gave off a chill.
His gaze held a hint of vicissitudes, a kind of world-weariness that ordinary people did not possess.
If one looked closely, they could also discern a touch of resolution amidst the world-weariness.
Luo Yin's eyes lit up when she saw the man who had come in, and she quickly said, "Your Holiness!"
She had thought that His Holiness's meditation would take more than ten days, but it ended in just three days.
That was much faster than she had expected.