The discussion was buzzing, and everyone's face was full of complex emotions - some were envy, some were jealous, some were afraid, and some had a hint of disdain hidden behind them.
Shen Zhihe stood in the corner, like a clay statue of Bodhisattva, with the gentle and peaceful expression on his face. He seemed to be stunned by this earth-shattering news, and just stood there, motionless.
Zhang Cheng no longer cared about ordering him around, and was gathering with Wang Yu, discussing something in a lowered voice.
