One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

And then, ten minutes passed.

Everyone was looking at Fu Bainian, waiting for him to explain why he’d yelled stop midway. However, he’d maintained the same posture for a long time, and there was still no action. Even Chen Zetao, who was sitting beside him, started furrowing his brows.

“President Fu, you haven’t thought of a reason yet?” asked Lan Jinyao through gritted teeth.

Fu ...