C92 The Extravagance of the Conference Room

In the huge office in the top floor of Tianqing Group, Huo Zijin stood straight in front of the french window with his hands behind his back. He looked outside the window quietly, his eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, as if they were deep enough for others to not be able to see through.

"What happened over at the Mu's?"

He turned around and sat on the leather sofa