The members of parliament did not respond to Wang Xinfa, appearing neither to agree nor to refute.
They just collectively and silently watched Zhang Deming close the window again, and the noise outside suddenly became inaudible.
Ten minutes later, the door of the meeting room was pushed open from inside.
Wang Xinfa was the first to leave, with Zhang Deming, despite his age, following closely behind with steady steps. Some other members of parliament were a few steps behind, while others took out their phones to compose and send messages.
At the stairway corner, Zhang Deming invited Wang Xinfa with a beaming smile:
"Mr. Wang, if you have no plans for lunch, why not join me for a meal?"
Wang Xinfa felt the buzzing vibration of his phone in his pocket, and a perfectly timed smile appeared on his face:
"Mr. Zhang, you are too kind. I actually have matters I wish to discuss with you in detail."
