Zhang Cheng came to his senses, immediately rose from his seat, and chased after the departing figure.
Outside the conference room, Zhang Cheng managed to catch up with Wen Suihan's pace.
Wen Suihan's complexion was almost terrifying.
He stood in front of the elevator, incessantly pressing the down button with one finger, while the other hand held his phone, waiting for the call to be answered.
From his frantic pressing of the elevator button, Zhang Cheng could tell that something urgent must have happened.
Otherwise, knowing Wen Suihan as he did, not even Mount Tai crumbling before him would likely cause such an expression to cross his face.
The call connected at the same time the elevator doors opened.
As Zhang Cheng followed Wen Suihan into the elevator, he heard him say into the phone, "When did this happen?"
Zhang Cheng had no idea who Wen Suihan was calling, nor what could have happened to cause him such distress.
