C80 His Plan

Huo Zijin's expression did not change at all. It was as if he had already left the meeting room. The pen in his hand was idly fiddling with it on his fingertip, as if it was reacting to his brain that was working at a high speed.

He had already laid out everything on the surface, yet he was still able to remain calm. Seeing that he was about to hand over the case he had gotten through so much