"Nonsense, it's just nonsense."

The old man was full of anger, holding a ceramic cup in his hand, trying to throw it away, but he thought it was the Ming and Qing pottery given to him by Huo Miao, and he was reluctant to part with it.

Finally, the hand was withdrawn silently.

It's just that it's hard to get rid of the anger in my heart. I slap my hand on the desktop, and the loud voice echoes all the time in the quiet room.

The Returning Officer sighed in his heart. In fact, he had long anticipated the reaction of the old chief. After all, few people could...