Lin An: I was wondering why Universe had developed so well all these years-turns out it was all turncoats

Wei Xiaofeng had never paid any attention to such things before.

But ever since learning about Wen Zhaowei's accomplishments, he had made up his mind.

Next year, come hell or high water, he would vote for her!

He had to get her into the Federation speaker's seat!

To change this cruel world!

And now his idol was right in front of him!

Wei Xiaofeng was so excited that his breathing quickened, and he nearly rushed over to ask for an autograph.

Wu Zhangkong was somewhat unsettled as well.

He gazed at the young woman, who was even younger than he was, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He had cultivated painstakingly for years just to reach where he was today.

Yet the woman before him already occupied a lofty position he could scarcely imagine.

Wen Zhaowei, however, seemed not to notice their reactions at all.

Her gaze passed over the others and settled on Lin An.

"Young master?"

Lin An was still pinching Gu Yue's chubby little cheeks.

The Little Silver Dragon was patting his hand aggrievedly.

Hearing someone call him, Lin An instinctively looked up.

Hm?

Young master?

Me?

Before he could react, Wen Zhaowei had already walked over.

Then.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Yun Ming, Leng Yaozhu, Xie Xie, Tang Wuling, and the Spirit Pagoda staff.

The mayor of Eastsea City, whose star was on the rise, actually dropped straight to one knee before Lin An!

"Young master, it has been a long time."

Wen Zhaowei lowered her head slightly.

One fair, slender hand rested lightly against her chest.

Her movements were as elegant as though she were attending an aristocratic banquet.

"Wen Zhaowei, city lord of Eastsea City, offers you her greetings."

"It is my honor to see you again."

"As long as it is