Duan Jiangwei's expression was too shocked, his emotions too openly exposed. Chen Shaoye, who had been resting with his eyes closed and ignoring the affairs of the world, sensed it. He opened his eyes, turned to look over, and then...
The corners of his mouth split into a foolish grin completely devoid of any emotion!
Duan Jiangwei nearly choked on a mouthful of blood. He stared in shock at Chen Shaoye, who was smiling at him like that, while his breath caught in his chest and almost suffocated him. All he could do was roar wildly in his heart:
Did Wolf Fang specialize in producing freaks?
Did he have any idea how serious and explosive this was?
Fuck you! Not only did you not react, you were actually grinning like an idiot?
Fuck! You damned fat bastard!
Chen Shaoye had absolutely no idea what Duan Jiangwei was feeling. After grinning, he resumed sitting properly, his face bright, sunny, and innocently pure.
Back when the Wolf Fang people had pushed Chen Shaoye forward, they had already devised a plan for how he was to handle this conference: no reaction, no emotions, hear nothing, act like an idiot. If asked anything, say he did not know. If there was a vote, abstain. Everything else could wait until Chu Han returned. In any case, taking the conservative approach could not go wrong.
Thus, since no one could possibly guess the conference's topic, Chen Shaoye—the foolish fat man who usually could not even be bothered to use his brain—was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate to attend.
That was why, while the entire venue was in an uproar, Chen Shaoye's reaction was the strangest of all, nearly suffocating Duan Jiangwei to death.
Finally, after the uproar had raged on for quite some time and everyone