"Jincheng..."

In the conference hall on the 18th floor of Tianshun Group, Shen Jincheng had just inserted the USB into a high-end and expensive computer.

On the huge electronic screen, a female voice suddenly sounded from the computer that was supposed to display a chart, like a muffled thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

In an instant, there was an uproar in the conference hall!

At that moment, Lin Yan, who was recording the conference's contents, stopped writing with the pen in her hand. Subconsciously, she raised her head, and an unsightly scene appeared before her eyes.

The president of Tianshun Group, Shen Jincheng, was standing in front of the conference table. His slender fingers with prominent knuckles were pressed against the sandalwood table, and his dark eyes were focused on everyone at the table.

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

Lin Yan couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in her forehead. Her lips curled into a mocking and bitter smile.

"What... What's going on? What do you mean by 'Jincheng'?"

At the same time, Shen Jincheng's uncle's expression darkened instantly. He pointed at the screen and asked, "Could it be you, Jincheng?"

Everyone nodded and whispered, "How could such a video appear at such a crucial moment? It's a disgrace to Tianshun Group!"

"That's right! If this gets out, what will people say?!"

The embarrassing video broke the silence of the conference room, and the sounds of discussions were endless!

Shen Jincheng's tall figure stiffened. His sharp gaze swept across Lin Yan's indifferent expression, and it was as if a storm was brewing in his dark eyes.

He took a big step forward and closed the computer with his palm. The moment the screen darkened, everything calmed down.

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