Zhang Feng's voice slowly faded away...
Yet he himself remained standing in place, motionless.
Before his right hand, the flashy water cup he was controlling was floating up and down in mid-air.
And in his left palm was the dazzlingly bright Palm Thunder.
The entire conference room was dead silent.
Whether human or ghost, everyone was under Zhang Feng's control for an unknown period.
At this moment, Zhang Feng stood there almost like a deity.
The air around seemed to freeze along with the silence in the room.
No one knew if someone wanted to take out their phone to record this scene.
"Clap, clap, clap..."
No one knew how much time had passed.
Qin Huan, with a stiff expression, raised her trembling little hands and actually started to applaud Zhang Feng?
Apparently following Qin Huan's lead, the three sitting leaders reflexively joined in, applauding Zhang Feng as well?
But evidently, Qin Huan's applause did not mean that Zhang Feng's talk was great.
