Old Sir Yan's eyebrows twitched, his voice deep like a bell: "Si Jue, resigning is your own decision."
"It's my decision, but it's also what you expected, isn't it, Grandpa?" Yan Sijue smiled faintly, "I'm afraid if I don't let go, there will be no place left for me to die!"
Old Sir Yan sighed: "So you're still doubting me. Si Jue, even though I've been strict with you, in my heart, you're the same as Yao Zhuo and the others."
Yan Sijue smiled, not commenting further.
The applause gradually stopped.
Old Sir Yan was about to return to his seat, not forgetting that today was Yan Sijue's engagement ceremony; since the announcements were done, the ceremony should continue.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man stood up impulsively and shouted, "Yan Sijue! Who are you planning to hand over this mess at FIS to?!"
Everyone was momentarily stunned!
A mess?! FIS is described this way? Were they hearing things?
