There are benefits! Everything else is taking Hong Kong Island astray!"

But no one looks at Zhuang Shikai now.

More guests in the audience focused their attention on the gentleman in the wheelchair.

I saw an old woman wearing a white suit, her legs covered with blankets, her waist straight, sitting on a chair, looking at everyone kindly.

"Mr. Feng."

"Mr. Feng."

"It turned out to be Mr. Feng..."

The old woman's aging face, snow-white skin, and wrinkled smile could not hide the traces of time. But many Chinese bureaucrats from the Education Bureau and even some ghost politicians in the audience recognized who the person was and said excitedly.

gentlemen.

She has come back!

Come back with the spirit of Hong Kong Island!

The young man in the audience pursed his lips, a little unwilling to give in. He wanted to say more but was stopped by a person next to him: "Shut up! There is no place for you to speak nonsense in front of Mr. Feng!"

The middle-aged director next to him had a sinister look on his face. The young man was warned and immediately shut up, but he secretly thought: "Who is Mr. Feng?"

Zhuang Shikai straightened Mr. Feng's wheelchair and stood behind him as a disciple. Mr. Feng put his hands on the blanket on his knees and said softly: "I heard that someone wants to cut off our seeds and destroy our souls. I
Chapter completed!