Zhou Shuren's eyes changed, "So ministers who can maintain neutrality are truly adept foxes?" Just yesterday, he saw his changing expressions and, in one night, he thought through so much, "Then what?"
Mr. Wang felt choked, "Mr. Zhou, you should understand my meaning."
All as cunning as foxes, no need to pretend to be a domestic cat. He didn't believe for a second that Mr. Zhou wasn't clear about yesterday's events—he had clearly seen Mr. Zhou change his face. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought so much about it!
Zhou Shuren blinked, "Mr. Wang."
Wong Ju's heart thumped violently, feeling he had guessed the truth, "Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Shuren pressed his fingertip against Wong Ju's forehead and pushed hard, "Mr. Wang must not have rinsed his mouth this morning; this breath is a bit too strong. Mr. Wang, we have no enmity, you can't take revenge on me like this!"
