Zhou Yucheng walked all the way over to Su Jie. In outsiders' eyes, he was unquestionably heaven's favored son—a peerless dark horse who had fought his way out of the ranks of ordinary people.
But now, standing before the Head of State and looking at his youthful face, as well as the Thousand-Hand Centipede sprawled across his shoulder, Zhou Yucheng felt rather nervous.
He had grown up listening to the Head of State's exploits. In the past, he could only see him through television and the internet. Now, not only could he stand face-to-face with him, he could also receive a handshake and words of encouragement from him.
"Zhou Yucheng, you performed very well. You truly live up to the name of a man who strives to be the best all his life."
Su Jie shook Zhou Yucheng's hand, his eyes carrying a trace of profound meaning that Zhou Yucheng could not understand.
"Th-thank you, Head of State."
Zhou Yucheng scratched the back of his head rather bashfully and revealed an honest smile.
He did not know why, but standing before Su Jie, he could faintly sense that Su Jie held a great deal of goodwill toward him.
"Daddy, who's this big brother?"
A little girl as delicate as a carved jade doll poked her tiny head out from behind Su Jie. Her large eyes stared curiously at Zhou Yucheng, and she inexplicably sensed a familiar aura from him.
"Big brother, hug!"
Almost instinctively, the little girl toddled over, spreading her arms and looking as though she wanted a hug.
"Nannan, be good."
Standing beside Su Jie was also a breathtakingly beautiful woman. At this moment, she gently scolded the girl.
This woman was none other than the former Eldest Princess of the Great Li Dynasty, Wei Yushuang. Of course,