"Zhang Xiaowei, watch your tone. My dad, he..."
Song Yu was extremely displeased with Zhang Xiaowei, and seeing him be so rude to his father, he pointed at Zhang Xiaowei's nose, ready to curse him out.
Before he could spill the unpleasant words, Song Mingshu stepped in to stop him.
"It's okay, Yu'er, since he wants to listen, let him stay here and listen."
Song Mingshu appeared extremely confident, adjusted his tie, and then headed straight for the main seat in the conference room.
Song Yu gave Zhang Xiaowei a fierce glare before following with a displeased face.
The people that Song Mingshu brought with him all stood up straight behind him.
The mere posture alone was enough to be imposing and create a strong sense of oppression.
"This morning, I have already explained the situation to everyone here. Out of respect for our many years of acquaintance, I do not wish to completely fall out with you all."