Whirl of the Forsaken Chapter 67

A few minutes after nine o'clock, the office exploded.

The email was sent at nine o'clock sharp, and the sender was Maxim Qian's personal email. It's unclear who was the first person to check it, but the news of Maxim Qian's resignation was like a passing typhoon, sweeping the entire room in an instant.

Everyone was stunned and surrounded the small cubicle of No. 1, looking towards the office of No. 1. You and I were asking for news one by one, and no one's question could be heard clearly in the chaos.

Except for the fat man who knew part of the inside story, the other three were more shocked than the other. Lao Wu was unexpected, Brielle Liang couldn't believe it, and for Zhao Dongwen, the news was like a sharp arrow that hit the depths of his conscience.

The color on his face disappeared in an instant. Maxim Qian's resignation letter was simple and crude, and he could see it at a glance. However, Zhao Dongwen seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to read. Those few lines of words reflected in his eyes, but he didn't understand it. What does it mean to be unhappy? The chattering around him was also blocked from his ears and eyes. His mind was filled with frightened questions. He didn't know how things had evolved to this point overnight.