C1001 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

LM Group's highest floor, CEO's office.

That black figure was huddled in the CEO's office chair, deep and cold.

Zhan Yeling held a black pen in his hand, and the pen was placed on his handsome chin. He held the pen with both hands and casually held it. He placed it on his chin, and his eyebrows were slightly knitted, as if he was thinking about something and was troubled by something