Great Ideals

Early the next morning.

When Luo Chen arrived at the company, he immediately called for a meeting with the shareholders.

Naturally, he didn't invite those old fellows at all. The ones he called over were all middle-level core members that Luo Chen had personally promoted.

The meeting room was filled with people. Everyone looked at Luo Chen expectantly.

"Ta."

Everyone who was invited was already here, but the door was pushed open again.

Luo Chen subconsciously looked over. When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhao Ruoshuang was wearing a navy blue business attire. Under the knee-length skirt was a pair of slender and fair legs.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and there was no sign of her previous abjectness or uneasiness at the corners of her eyes.

There was only pride and confidence.

"Why? After coming back from a trip, you don't recognize me anymore?"