She furrowed her brows slightly, moved her body a bit away, smiled, and stopped talking.
Cheng Guanxi watched her, silent for a few seconds before guzzling down more than half the bottle of water and then stood up.
"Let's go again, to get more practice."
"Okay."
Zhan Se cooperatively rose and followed his footsteps.
After rehearsing twice more with the assistant's help, Zhan Se received a call from Emperor Quan. The call was brief; he simply said he had arrived.
Indeed, no more than ten minutes after hanging up, there was Lord Quan the Fourth, coolly wearing sunglasses at night. He was followed by several towering men, giving off the vibe of a mob boss with his henchmen. At first glance, it was quite hard for anyone to associate him with the military.
The moment his entourage appeared, the Broadcasting Hall at the Workers' Cultural Palace descended into hushed silence.
