His thin lips curved into a smile, and the crisp sound of the folding fan slapping against his palms was particularly obvious in this large and silent room. He took the tea cup and took a sip, and then slowly spoke.
"You... Did a good job."
Zizi Zhuji paled when she saw the person in front of her, and her smile became even brighter.
"Qing Qing, what do you think?"
The man who was called still looked as stoic as ever, and it took him a long time before he spoke.
"Prime Minister, please be merciful and merciful."
The man in the seat looked directly at him, he exhaled like a blue, and said no more. The pupils were as deep and dark as a pool of stagnant water.