He was startled for a moment. The mountain spring water that soaked his lips was obviously cool, but at this moment, a burning and burning sensation hit him unscrupulously.

Yan Yongbo felt as if he had been burned and instinctively moved the cup back, but the movement was too large and the position was not correct. Water droplets from the half-full cup splashed onto his front.

But Yan Yongbo didn't make any extra moves next. He just kept the posture of pouring water on his chest, staring directly at the projection area, at the live broadcast screen, at the faint but clear cluster in Ronan's palm, which was more powerful.

The unique light “flame”.

The voice in my ears became extremely clear after a brief period of confusion. In the entire room and in the entire remote meeting scene, only Yan Hong's voice was left, screaming in a trembling manner:

"no no……"

Yan Hong probably wanted to say something like "impossible", but under the sudden impact, the founder of the "prototype format" and an authoritative expert in the field of Burner modification was like an old repeater, stuck.

After two times, he began to repeat on the verge of collapse:

"Don't rush it! Don't rush it! Don't rush it..."

By the third tone, Yan Hong's vocal cords had lost their vibrating energy.

He made no other movements, and his body functions were blocked. He only had a blank line of sight, sweeping through the chaotic and intertwined spatial images, as if he wanted to hook onto something and maintain the minimum balance.

After entering this room, Yan Yongbo looked at the scene of the video conference for the first time, looking at the father who was using the most ridiculous way to attract people's attention...

However, when a truly brilliant person stands opposite, who would care about an old man who is shouting hoarsely?

Is this a lifelong destiny?

The eyes of father and son intertwined, and there might be some communication... But even Yan Yongbo himself was not so sure.

The next second, Yan Hong rolled his eyes upwards and fell backwards, completely out of the camera range.

The corners of Yan Yongbo's eyes twitched, but his face remained expressionless overall, and he turned his gaze again. But when he looked at the live broadcast again, the young man who had acted as a matter of course from beginning to end finally twisted his cheek muscles, and the blood vessels in the corners of his eyes suddenly bulged.

, densely woven like a net.

Mou Dong looked at him sideways.

I also happened to see a ball of blazing white flame that was far more solid than Ronan's demonstration, bursting out from the palm of Yan Yongbo's hand and brushing against the cup he was holding.

The wall of the cup cracks, the water boils, and in one breath, it either flows out or evaporates, leaving the cup empty.

Feeling Mou Dong's gaze, Yan Yongbo also turned his eyes and faced each other. Half a second later, under the pressure of extraordinary power, Yan Yongbo lowered his eyes and gently placed the glass that might break at any time on the edge of the desk.

Then he bowed:

"I'm sorry, my father is not in good health. Please allow me to make inquiries."

"Unfortunately, it's a critical moment... I understand, please help yourself." Mou Dong raised the empty cup again as a farewell. He was very sure that Yan Yongbo would not return to this room again.

And just as Yan Yongbo opened the door to go out, intermittent gasps, exclamations and even curses could be heard in the remote meeting scene.
Chapter completed!