"President, what's wrong with you?"
The girl next to Du Heng, who had a very ordinary appearance, saw that Du Heng's complexion was faintly pale, and asked with some concern.
"Nothing... nothing..."
Having snapped out of his previous daze, Du Heng swallowed hard and shook his head, "Nothing..."
He glanced at Zhou Jue, whose face bore an arrogant expression, and suddenly felt a bit sad for his brother. He couldn't help but think, how desperate must he be when he hears this news?
Time continued to slip away, and the crowd of fans gradually began to grow restless. The volume of their discussions also became louder!
Growing bored of waiting, Zhou Jue suddenly turned back to Yang Yifeng and said, "Kid, if you admit defeat now, your grandpa here might spare you this time."
"Haha... you'll know the outcome soon enough. But forget about being my grandson, if I had a grandson like you, he would probably drive me to my grave!"
"You..."