In the conference hall on the 18th floor of the Tian Shun Group, Shen Jincheng had just inserted the USB into an apple computer.

On the huge electronic screen, a charming female voice suddenly sounded on the computer that should have shown the form, like a muffled thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

There was an uproar in the conference hall!

At this moment, Lin Yan, who was recording the conference's contents, stopped writing. Subconsciously, he raised his head and saw an ambiguous scene.

The president of the Tian Shun Group, Shen Jincheng, was standing in front of the conference table. His long, prominent fingers were on the sandalwood table, and his dark eyes were focused on everyone at the table.

In the end, his gaze quietly and playfully landed on Lin Yan.

Lin Yan couldn't help but feel a pain in the corner of his forehead. His lips curled into a mocking and bitter smile.

"What... what's going on? The word 'Jin Cheng'... means?"

At the same time, Shen Jincheng's uncle's face darkened. He pointed at the screen and asked, "Are you referring to you, Jin Cheng?"

Everyone nodded and whispered, "How could such a photo appear at such a crucial moment! It's a disgrace to the gate of the Shuntian Group!"

"That's right! If word of this gets out, what does that sound like?!"

The embarrassing video broke the silence of the conference room, and the sound of discussion was endless!

Shen Jincheng's tall figure stiffened. His sharp gaze swept across Lin Yan's indifferent face. His dark eyes seemed to be filled with a storm.

He suddenly strode forward and closed the computer with his palm. After all, it was calm, and the screen returned to darkness.

The people of the board of directors, who were originally in a heated discussion, all fell silent and looked at each other.