"How is this possible?" In the VIP area, Scacchi trembled violently, his throat dry and voice hoarse as he spoke. The warm and modest face he normally wore had become fierce and twisted—where was there a hint of a gentlemanly young master's image?
Elder Ye Wen stroked his beard with one hand; at this moment, the light in his eyes burned even brighter, his aged face glowing with satisfaction and admiration, radiating a benevolent light all around.
Xinxin, standing beside Elder Ye Wen, merely quivered her red lips and unconsciously tightened her grip on her hand, looking at Zhiyan receiving everyone's affirmation and praise, her heart sweeter than honey.
"Haha, a furnace with three elixirs, he really did it!" Chairman Mo Nai laughed heartily, his chest heaving with an immense excitement, a profound sense of gratification and fulfillment, and an indescribable pride.
