As soon as these words were spoken,
Zhang Delin, who was drinking tea, choked a bit.
He wiped his mouth, with an unnatural smile on his face, "Comrade Zhang, how can you think of us this way? You are the core person of this matter, of course we need to seek your opinion, and your opinion takes precedence."
"What if I say, I have no opinion on this matter, and I think they are right, and I'm willing to give up my transcendent secret?"
Zhang Beixing asked.
Upon hearing this, the corner of Zhang Delin's mouth twitched.
Obviously, he was baffled by Zhang Beixing's words and began to think about how to respond.
Seeing him fall into silence,
Zhang Beixing smiled slightly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip:
"Don't be nervous, Commander Zhang, I was just joking."
"Let's go back to our previous topic, weren't you here to seek my opinion?"
"My opinion is, give it to them!"
"Give it to them???" Zhang Delin was taken aback.
Didn't you just say you were joking?
