Feng Tian should resign

"What's going on?"

"Are these not the board of directors?"

"Why are they here?"

These were the questions that echoed in hushed tones around the Royals headquarters that morning. Confusion and anxiety permeated the atmosphere as everyone watched the so-called board of directors thunderously storm into the company. Each member bore a stone-faced expression as they moved determinedly toward the direction of the boardroom.

Sighing audibly, Ye Shouyi, who had been tirelessly working on a new project with Samuel's team for the past few days, gazed up at the overcast sky. The oppressive gray clouds seemed to cast a shadow over the day, further intensifying the sense of foreboding.

"I hate cloudy days. Bad things always happen," Ye Shouyi muttered under his breath, his voice a low, resigned grumble.