Perhaps it was Destiny's coincidence. At the same time Qian Huan closed the webpage, in the Bright Group's general manager's office, Lu Chenjia also lightly released his grip on the mouse.
He leaned back in the leather chair, his gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the dense, ant-like throngs of people flowing below.
The city lights twinkled in his eyes, like a vast galaxy, and he, standing above this galaxy, looked down upon all life.
"This is enough, the public opinion has reached a sufficient temperature."
Lu Chenjia stated flatly, with a touch of nonchalance in his tone, as if all this was just a game he was casually playing.
The man dressed as a secretary standing by nodded, hesitated for a moment, then asked:
"Currently online, the reputation of the Second Prison, the support rate for Qian Huan is only just at 53%, the public opinion hasn't completely reversed, shouldn't President Lu add more fuel to the fire?"
