"..."
Yu Zhou's expression vanished instantly.
Crackle——
An electric arc suddenly appeared.
Tang Language bent forward slightly and began to move forward.
"Tang Language, calm down."
Xiang Yi, who wore glasses and exuded an intellectual aura, once again stood in front of Tang Language.
On the other side.
An elderly and a young person also stood in front of Yu Zhou.
"Yu Zhou, don't provoke things... Hu Shengping is straightforward and has a strong sense of self-respect; he can't handle insults, you know that."
One man, who seemed to be in his fifties and sported two small mustaches, advised softly, "He was once part of the Celestial Strategy, and saying he's Tang Language's subordinate now is indeed a bit much."
"Yeah, don't get so worked up, we're all colleagues here."
The other, a young man in his twenties whose arms were covered with wrinkles mismatched with his face, squinted and smiled as he advised, "Calm down, calm down."
