Who Supports, Who Opposes

However, Wang Ye had little time to dwell on his melancholy.

On January 16, the Duma officially convened a plenary session!

After getting up and having breakfast that morning, Wang Ye prepared to put on his suit and head to the Duma Building. Today was a good day!

Wang Ye stood before the enormous full-length mirror as Katya and Nalan Yaqi busied themselves straightening his clothes and fixing his hair.

Wang Ye was the star of today's Duma session, so his appearance had to be impeccable.

The tailored black pinstripe suit fit him perfectly, making his already lean, upright figure look even more striking.

Even by Russian standards, he was not short. He had measured himself a few days ago—barefoot, he stood 1.87 meters tall!

With dress shoes on, he was over 1.9 meters.

His glossy black hair had been carefully combed back, revealing a smooth forehead.

His eyes were clear and bright, his skin fair and refined, and his nose high and straight. He truly cut an impressive figure.

No wonder so many media outlets said, "Mikhail is the face of the Duma"!

His younger fans even called him "the most handsome Duma deputy in history"...

After adjusting the angle of Wang Ye's tie, Nalan Yaqi stepped back and said with satisfaction, "Perfect. You're practically devastatingly handsome! Setting everything else aside, with this face alone, you're more than qualified to be a deputy speaker or something."

Katya nodded in agreement and said regretfully, "Actually, if the boss entered the entertainment industry, he'd definitely become a huge star too!"

"Hehe, when you can make a living off your face, why rack your brains over politics? The salary is so low, and it's high-risk with little return," Nalan Yaqi said with a giggle.

Wang Ye shot them both a glare. What