"You can't say that. Everyone knows what's going on. Maybe there's a traffic jam? Or was there something urgent? No one can say for sure." Seeing that the white-robed man was trying to create a conflict, someone immediately spoke up.
Zhang Rong's expression remained unchanged.
There was a faint smile on his face, just like when he had been chatting with Huang Fang at the pier. Before Huang Fang completely lost all hope, he did not know what Zhang Rong was thinking.
"Let's wait a little longer. It's already a great honor to have you here today. I, Zhang Rong, am from a grassroots background and am not very cultured. I don't consider problems very comprehensively. When everyone is here in a while, I hope you will all actively correct me." Zhang Rong, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly bowed slightly to the crowd before him and spoke softly.
"You're too modest."
