Mr. Sima sat down with a slight smile.
The surrounding big shots instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet Mr. Sima's gaze at all.
Then, Mr. Sima looked at Fang Guodong, who was standing, and questioned, "Guodong, why are you standing? Could it be that you look down on me, Sima?"
Fang Guodong was sweating profusely. How could he dare look down on him? Even if given ten thousand guts, it wouldn't be possible. He could only smile awkwardly and say, "Mr. Sima, you misunderstand. I'm standing to welcome you. It's been a while since I saw you after parting three years ago, and Mr. Sima looks exactly the same."
Mr. Sima ignored Fang Guodong and waved his hand downward, saying, "There's no need to welcome me, sit down."
His voice carried a hint of coldness and command.
The once arrogant Fang Guodong obediently sat down in his seat, plastering on a sheepish smile.
Afterward, Mr. Sima glanced at the old leader and nodded to him.
