C1034 Make Your Shares Go down the Drain

Mousse's meeting room.

Wen Wanrou sat domineeringly beside the main seat. Between her fingers was a silver-white Parker Pen. Her gaze was cold, and she had the aura of a superior person.

"President Wen, you are right. Mu Yufeng was indeed a little lacking in being the president. It's not that he is not capable