"Sir, what do you think?"
Faced with Cheng Han's soul-searching question, the Grand Governor finally exploded.
Bai Yichuan's old face turned livid. "Cheng Han, that's enough!"
The old man did not address him as "Director Cheng," instead calling him by name, clearly furious beyond measure.
Although Fang Qinghuai had long guessed that a "king meets king" encounter would be extraordinarily intense,
he had never expected the two sides to start fighting before they had even sat down at the dinner table.
Xie You gently tugged on the family head's sleeve and gestured for him to leave.
Fang Qinghuai came to his senses and hurriedly followed Xie You toward the front door.
The Winter Garden Master felt that, while watching these big shots tear into each other was certainly thrilling, it was best not to watch too much.
Fang Qinghuai had only taken a few steps when he heard the Grand Governor roar again.
"Cheng Han, is it because the Garrison Profound Warrior gave you a promise that you can't wait to force me from office, so you can take the Grand Governor's seat yourself?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Qinghuai unconsciously slowed down.
Judging from this series of events, what the Grand Governor said did not seem impossible.
Half a breath later.
Fang Qinghuai heard Director Cheng's characteristically calm voice again.
"Sir, why would you think that? Perhaps I should address you by your other title."
He paused, a trace of amusement entering his voice. "Sir, the Dream Master of the Dream Arising Society."
The words "Dream Master" struck Fang Qinghuai's mind like a thunderclap.
My God!
The city's Grand Governor was actually the Dream Master of the Dream Arising Society?!
It was as if enlightenment had suddenly descended upon him, and he understood everything in an instant.
So all the