Because Su Shijun had put her glasses back on, the pressure in the entire office suddenly lightened, and Zheng Qing felt an overwhelming sense that he could breathe again, regaining his ability to think.
It was only then that he recalled his previous somewhat wooden reactions.
"Is this a natural enchantment power of the Fox race?" The young cost student wondered. "To subtly influence others' thoughts...that's a terrifying talent."
The researcher who was delivering the report to Su Shijun could also clearly sense the surrounding pressure change.
It made his subsequent explanation flow much smoother.
It wasn't until this fortunate researcher had finished presenting and left the office that Zheng Qing finally tore his gaze from the glass cabinet and turned to look at the witch sitting behind the office desk.
