"Even without you, I can still walk proudly in this world."
Zhang Feng's voice was very low and ordinary, but it reached the ears of everyone in the room clearly and unmistakably.
Especially Gao Xiao, whose expression had completely frozen.
After saying this, Zhang Feng even raised his hand.
With a "pa pa," he lightly patted Gao Xiao's cheeks.
Then he straightened up, turned and left, his gaze hardly lingering on Gao Xiao's face.
Zhang Feng, accompanied by Ma Xiaotong and Lin Rui, two humans and a ghost, swaggered out of the conference room.
In the room, besides those unconscious subordinates of the Special Ninth Bureau on the floor,
the remaining people, if not for their open eyes,
one might think they had all fainted as well.
As for Gao Xiao, there was nothing more to say.
At this moment, his heart was like dead ashes.
Despair filled his pupils.
