Li junyu is not dead!

The most shocking thing about that person was not his body proportion that was even more perfect than that of the Europeans and Americans.

Instead, it was that deep, sharp, and extremely handsome face.

His face, which was decorated with short black hair, looked as if it had been carved by God Himself. He was handsome, sharp, and impeccable.

Zhan Yang, Zhan mo, and William kenxinton were all rare handsome men.

However, the man who suddenly appeared in the conference room was not inferior to the three of them.

In fact, because of his strong and sharp aura, he looked even more noble.

"Li junyu, you're not dead!" Even though Zhan Yang had made many preparations in his heart, he had even guessed that ruan Mengmeng would bring up the old man from S country.

But no matter what, he never would have guessed that the person who appeared in the conference room on the top floor of the Fenghuo group would be the man who was already dead in his eyes.