Wait? What do you mean?
Lord Lin furrowed his brows.
On the other side, the pitch-pot director was also showing his surprise. The attendant that entered had just whispered something into his ear.
"Really?" the director asked.
The attendant nodded.
"I don’t know what this means," he said quietly.
The director didn’t spare another glance for the attendant, rather looking at Fang Jinxiu.
"Miss Fang, please come deal with the final proceedings," he said, pointing at the attendant. "After that is over, they will send you back home."
The people on sight were again stunned. The director looked to Lord Lin.
"Lord, now we can go. Let us go together to the government office," he said with a smile.
We? What did that mean?
The surprise showed on the face of everyone present.
That meant he was saying he was going together, or accompanying Jun Zhenzhen, or that the Jinyun Hall would also be participating.
Lord Lin’s face slowly stiffened and ashened.
