Mr. Auburn, Can You Clear My Questions?
Editor: Atlas Studios
He sat in his wheelchair and listened to the conversations from all directions.
The topics about his clubhouse, lying, and violating the rules to obtain the laboratory qualifications were raised again. Some people even directly complained that the clubhouse issue had yet to be resolved.
It was obvious that the reclusive families were protecting him.
Some people even mocked him for pretending to be close to Mr. Auburn. In the end, he was quickly slapped in the face. Mr. Auburn was more familiar with Qiao Nian!
These words were undoubtedly rubbing salt into his wounds.
Nie Qixing's face immediately turned pale. He grabbed the wheelchair's armrest tightly, and the back of his hand exerted so much force that his joints bulged and turned white.
Why was it like this…
Wasn't the electromagnetic cannon enough to prove his ability? Why did everything change the moment Qiao Nian appeared?!
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