With Di Tianxing's appearance, Feng Qing felt that the surrounding magnetic field seemed to have changed. It became distorted and chaotic, as if a huge fluctuation had appeared. Long Shixiang and the others, who had been clamoring just now, had all become frosted eggplants.
It was silent behind Feng Qing. Everyone lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at this person directly. It was similar to the scene where a murderous lunatic suddenly appeared in front of the audience in the hall with a large machete in his hand and greeted them with a smile. Wasn't it scary? If cold and arrogant were the words to describe Xie Jiuhan, this man could only be described as evil, strange, and terrifying.
Di Tianxing smiled and looked into Feng Qing's eyes. It was the joy of a hunter seeing a new prey. There was excitement and cruelty in it. Feng Qing retracted her gaze without changing her expression. "You should be the Prime Minister, right?"
