Just three seconds, and you looked away, then slightly lifted your eyes, raising your face at a forty-five-degree angle, and activated your pretentious mode.
You directly skipped over the nonsense of That Wang Kai and Liu Biao, too lazy to even listen. Such an attitude set you apart in the eyes of ordinary people, after all, everyone present was a power-holder in Jingzhou, and any one of them could shake Jingzhou with a mere stomp of the foot.
After exchanging some words with Liu Biao, Wang Can stepped forward, handing the bamboo slip in his hand to Liu Biao with an expressionless face, saying, "This is a poem specially tailored for me by my close friend Mu Yang, and it also represents my current state of mind."
