When Leyu sat down, a slight ripple spread across the Silver Blood Sea of Consciousness in the conference hall.
Leaning back against the chair, hands placed on the table, with a glance upward, the entirety of the Silver Blood Association was laid bare.
"The view is indeed much broader. No wonder you only gave it up after I threw a fit." Leyu said leisurely.
To the side, Ting Wanjian chuckled lightly, "That's what the President said."
Facing Leyu's aggressive demeanor, Ting Wanjian yielded the position without hesitation, like a submissive wife, uttering no harsh words, seemingly fully conceding.
But, as they say, the quietly biting dog doesn't bark, and a national brand doesn't need advertising.
Throwing a fit is instinct; holding it back is a skill.
A stubborn old fox like Ting Gu raises no simple offspring.
Like Jing Zhengtang, the ultimate pure white lotus, seems to be the only SSR in Xuanzhu County.
