From afar, Wen Nian's icy voice carried over,
"Mr. Zhongli, can't you understand what I'm saying?"
Zhongli Yuting halted in his tracks, turned around, and hastily replied,
"Mr. President, I did not..."
The words Zhongli Yuting wanted to say ceased as soon as he met Wen Nian's deadly gaze.
He turned his head and went back inside.
Standing in front of these high-ranking figures, Qu Yu witnessed Bai Cangqiong, who was slowly rising from the ground, and Zhuo Ting, whose face was half-covered in blood. Neither of them was so easy to dismiss.
"Where have you returned from, Your Excellency?"
Bearing the brunt of Wen Nian's punch, Bai Cangqiong still did not forget to mock Wen Nian with a swollen nose and face,
"Your Excellency, the uniform you're wearing looks like it's from the M country rebel army. Have you really been so obstinate as to go to M country alone in these past few days?"
"Qu Yu!"
Wen Nian let out a low command.
