Wu Qingrou’s study room was shut tight and he stayed in the room by himself.
A young man stood outside the study room quietly. He waited patiently outside as he knew Wu Qingrou needed time to think.
"I have originally thought that it was a neutral situation, but who knew that Mount Shu was defeated so badly." The young man knew why Wu Qingrou was in such deep thought. It was precisely because of the news that he brought.
In truth, when this young man first received the news, he was a little shocked too. He did not think of the probability that Lin Feng could win. But the situation was entirely reversed.
After a while, the room door opened and Wu Qingrou’s voice resonated, "Come in, Yuyan."
The young man walked in and saw Wu Qingrou sitting behind the book case. His expression was calm and he looked deep in thought.
