The carved sandalwood doors on both sides slowly opened, and Ethan Huo walked to the center of the press conference.
Uncle James Shu and several other company executives were already standing here in advance. The public relations draft in their hands had been revised nearly twenty times, with the tone, pauses and emotions all clearly noted.
The entire conference hall seemed to have suddenly turned into a rainstorm scene.
The shutter clicks were so frequent that it sounded like a downpour hitting the surface of a lake, with the flashes aimed at him alone, hunting him down.
Uncle James Shu had already changed into a neat and simple formal suit and was standing next to Ethan Huo to make his statement.
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