At the top floor of the Huazhi Building, all sounds had vanished.
It was as silent as a graveyard.
The lingering echo of "I oppose" was still reverberating, not waiting for Nan Jin to finish the entirety of her speech… The projection screen had been angrily shut off by an enraged old man, Zhao Xilai was clutching the handles of his wheelchair so tightly it seemed like he might wring water from them, his expression as darkly clouded as could be.
Now, no one was laughing out loud anymore.
And everything had turned around so quickly... that some still had traces of smiles on their faces, which was exceedingly awkward.
The only person who remained consistent throughout was Cui Zhongcheng.
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling—"
Soon, the deathly stillness of Huazhi's top floor was broken by the sound of telephone rings.
