Upon seeing the transfer amount, his heart was filled with a trace of irony.
Song Yanghao knew what this sum of money meant, Pei Jingchuan's action was undoubtedly a silent expression of his stance and influence.
Song Yanghao shook his head lightly, threw his phone aside, and returned to the conference table.
His face regained the calmness characteristic of a business elite, but his impression of Pei Jingchuan became even more complex.
The meeting continued. On the surface, Song Yanghao still seemed to be engrossed in the discussions, but internally, he was thinking about Pei Jingchuan's actions.
He realized that his rivalry with Pei Jingchuan may not be limited to just the business realm.
A few days later, in a hospital room, Ya Zeqing sat on the bed, facing the sunlight outside the window.
His surgery had been highly successful and he had almost completely recovered. Jiang Yuzhu walked into the room carrying his discharge report.