"Hmph." The man's disdainful snort was exceedingly cold, and despite speaking to his own father on the other end of the line, he made no attempt to conceal the revulsion in his eyes.
Wei Feng braced himself, breaking out in a cold sweat on his forehead in an instant. "They said they want you to go back for a visit..." It's tough being a subordinate, but even tougher being a subordinate to President Han.
After a moment of silence, Han Luoli finally gestured for Wei Feng to hand him the phone and coldly, with a strained firmness, said to the person on the other end, "Speak."
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The much-anticipated day of the competition had finally arrived.
The exhibition's large screen was now open, and the host announced the judging rules, "Now, please submit your works, everyone. Once submission is complete, we will draw lots to select groups for intra-group judging. The best works within each group will advance to the next round of evaluation."
