"This Pentagon Building was indeed established by my own hands, but my original intention was to seek welfare for the people and peace for the world. I never intended for it to become a stage for one person's power and influence," the old man said.
When the elderly man reached that chief seat, he didn't sit down but instead gently caressed the back of the chair.
It was as though it were his child; the look in his eyes was one of unbearable separation, filled with intense expectation for it.
On seeing this, everyone felt a warmth in their hearts.
Indeed, that was the right kind of look. A father raises his child, but he hopes the child will soar high, that it will have a broader world to explore and someday be able to contribute to society.
When did this child become someone's private property of power?
Everyone felt a deep respect for the old man, and an even colder disdain for Chu Fengcheng.