A figure slowly approached, surrounded by several bodyguards in sharp suits.
The man was in his twenties and wore a bespoke suit from a luxury brand.
Gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, and his hair was immaculately styled.
He was tall and straight-backed, with fairly handsome features.
Yet a faint sneer lingered at the corners of his mouth.
His haughty gaze carried an innate sense of superiority.
It was as though everything in the world was no more than ants and dust in his eyes.
Disgust flashed in Qin Chuxia's eyes when she saw him.
She leaned close to Chen Lin's ear, her voice barely above a whisper but tinged with resentment. "Chen Lin, that's him! That's Xiao Chen!"
Xiao Chen walked straight up to Chen Lin.
He looked him up and down, amusement and undisguised arrogance in his eyes.
He extended a hand, seemingly friendly, but with an unquestionable need to take control. "You must be Chen Lin? The major shareholder of the Autumn Forest Group?"
Chen Lin ignored his outstretched hand.
His cold gaze swept over Xiao Chen, then the burly bodyguards behind him.
Deep in his eyes lay a trace of disdain.
He spoke in a low, resonant voice. "You're Xiao Chen?"
Xiao Chen withdrew his hand without the slightest embarrassment.
Instead, he chuckled, his smile smug with the satisfaction of a successful scheme. "That's right, yours truly! What a mess this has turned into. Just a few days ago, I was talking about working with you! Who would have thought that in just three days, the company would be shut down and Ms. Song locked up!"
He deliberately drew out his words, placing particular emphasis on "Ms. Song locked up."
His tone dripped with gloating.
He leaned forward slightly, bringing his face close to Chen Lin's.