Inside the Emperor's Private Room at Huilong Mountain Manor, the place fell into a temporary silence because of Lin Tian's words.
The group of young men and women present were all astonished and, after exchanging glances, they couldn't help but turn their eyes toward Lin Tian.
Was this bumpkin itching for a beating, or was he tired of living, deliberately seeking discomfort? Or, was his brain filled with water, and was he an idiot?
The crowd stared at Lin Tian, all secretly complaining and cursing internally.
Their looks toward Lin Tian shifted from initial anger and ridicule to gradually feeling some sympathy for him.
Shi Dengjing, squinting his small eyes, watched Lin Tian silently for a long time, finally rubbed his chubby face, and silently wailed in exasperation, "Buddy, aren't you being too straightforward? Can't some things be said more tactfully? Or better yet, not at all!"
