Xu Qi 'an stood up on the grandstand, pressed his hand on the guardrail, and squinted at the man in the ring.
He was very sure that he did not know this arrogant man, and he did not remember an enemy with copper skin and iron bones.
The enemy wouldn't appear for no reason, but I just didn't think of it ... Xu Qi 'an touched his chin, thinking about the enemies who might be targeting him.
In terms of conduct, he had always adhered to the principle of being kind to others and winning over others with virtue.
In terms of being an official, he believed in being upright and forthright, serving the country and its people as his Creed.
Such a good person should not have any enemies.
