Like a bolt from the blue, someone felt thunder rolling above their head!
Wang Dajun fiercely dug his ears, almost piercing his eardrums to the point of disability due to excessive force.
The news was simply too shocking, too hard for him to accept.
He couldn't help but let his gaze wander to a nearby desk, where he saw someone he had once completely looked down upon, considered the trash among the trash, the lowest of the low, now looking back at him with a complicated expression.
Lin Hai gave a faint smile, neither happy nor sad, not arrogant nor impetuous, gently sipping his tea as if everything was unrelated to him, exuding a calm and composed air like watching flowers bloom and wilt in the courtyard, or clouds rolling and unrolling in the sky.
Suddenly, Wang Dajun had an illusion, as if Lin Hai truly transformed into a high and mighty superior, a demeanor that ordinary people couldn't mimic.
Ouyang Xiaoya was also slightly astonished.
