Chapter 932: Asking for Help

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The big shots of the capital, Zhou Shuren could only sneer. They really had loose lips; by the afternoon, the basic content of his Zhezi had spread everywhere. What a memory they all have, not a single good one among the lot, and that's counting every last one of them!

Qiu Yan looked at the sullen-faced Zhou Shuren, occasionally touching his own face, then his mouth. He couldn't compare, feeling that Mr. Zhou's abilities were as impressive as his boot-licking skills.

Zhou Shuren, with a stony face, "Mr. Qiu, would you like a good long look at my face as I sit before you?"

Qiu Yan nearly bit his tongue. Who would want to look at Zhou Shuren's face? No, that won't do; can't look anymore, busily bowing his head.

Zhou Shuren cursed in his heart. These people were jealous of him, which is why they'd spread the Zhezi to disgust him, and thinking of the Emperor's command to self-publish made his face grow even darker!