"Ah... Wu City, be gentle... I'm afraid of pain."

In the conference hall on the 18th floor of the Tianran Group, Shen Licheng had just inserted the U disk into the high-end apple computer.

On the huge LCD screen, a charming female voice suddenly sounded in the computer that should have shown the form, like a muffled thunder in everyone's ears.

The meeting hall burst into an uproar!

At this time, Lin Yan, who was recording the details of the meeting, stopped with the pen in his hand and raised his head subconsciously. An ambiguous picture came into her sight.

The president of Tianran Group—Shen Licheng, was standing in front of the meeting table. His slender fingers, which were showing his joints, were pressing on the sandalwood table, and his deep black eyes attracted everyone around the table.

In the end, his eyes quietly and banteringly fell on Lin Yan.

Lin Yan couldn't help but feel a pain in her forehead, and a sarcastic and bitter smile appeared on her lips.

"This... what's going on! What about Falcon...?"

At the same time, Shen Yucheng's uncle's face darkened. He pointed at the image on the screen and asked, "Don't tell me it's you, Falcon City?"

The directors nodded and whispered, "How can such an important meeting be taken like this? It's a disgrace to the door of the Shuntian Group!"

"Yes, if this is spread out, how terrible it will be!!"

The awkward video clip broke the silence of the conference room, and the voice of discussion lingered!

Shen You City's tall figure stiffened. His sharp gaze swept across Lin Yan's indifferent expression as if a storm was brewing in his dark eyes.

He strode forward and closed the computer with a bang. The woman's delicate breath and man's roar were calm, and the screen returned to darkness.

The board of directors who were discussing the matter now all shut up and looked at each other.