After the meeting.
Wu Zhixian returned to his residence with no expression on his face.
Exposed. The identity he was concealing had undoubtedly been exposed.
But he wasn't worried or regretful, nor did he think that his move had been unwise. It was true, Mu Yunhua was still a leader recognized by everyone. Her great prestige and charisma had never faltered.
But over the past six months, he had felt legitimately fed up by this woman's nagging. Every time the representative assembly met, she had to bring up topics that evoked anxiety. He was already tired of listening, and was reluctant to hear any more of it.
He might as well be frank about everything and express his own attitude.
Of course, if he were the only one in the compromising faction, he might immediately lose his qualification as a representative upon opening his mouth and be sentenced, at the very least, to indefinite imprisonment under the crowd's displeasure.
