"I... I..." At this moment, Hong Tianzhao was like a buffoon on stage, unsure whether to stay or go. His face alternated between pale and ashen, and he was silent for a long time. When he tried to speak, he found his throat seemed to be physically blocked by something.
It was humiliating. He was utterly mortified.
Being publicly humiliated wasn't the worst part. The worst was being exposed in front of everyone just a moment after smugly boasting about oneself.
The people present, considering the gravity of the situation and the involvement of Hong Tianzhao—a magnate who was untouchable in their eyes—dared not look at his expression.
But Hong Tianzhao felt extremely uncomfortable, as if the eyes of the entire world were focused on him.
