He just hadn't figured out why he'd poked a hole in things at this time.
Wasn't that just making Aotong Group lose face?
On the stage, Lin Aomei couldn't control her emotions, gripping the scissors in her hand, eager to charge down and cut Yuan Xian's throat.
But Wang Xuejun stopped her.
"Now is not the time to act rashly, with so many people watching below; let's first hear what this is all about."
The excitement in Wang Xuejun's heart had just ebbed away again.
The scissors in her hand were poised to cut the banner when she was interrupted.
Hearing the words coming out of Yuan Li's mouth and seeing Lin Aomei's reaction, Wang Xuejun also realized something.
"Yuan Xian, do you think that discussing this now is inappropriate? Don't forget what we are dealing with!"
"Hmph! A big deal! You ask the journalists below if the death of your father counts as a big deal!"