252 strong subordinates have no weak soldiers, oppressive feeling (first update)_1

Jiang Fulai still stood lazily to one side, holding Bai Lian's book in one hand, which he casually rolled up, his face as calm and downcast as ever.

He didn't interrupt the gathering of the few of them.

"I don't have anything good to give you," Tang Ming handed his own high school error collection to Zhang Shize, "Here, this is the empire that I built for you."

Zhang Shize took over the heavy empire.

Yang Lin handed Zhang Shize a fresh lily, still covered with dewdrops.

Receiving a gift from the class genius, colder than the front desk, Zhang Shize felt surprisingly flattered.

As he took the two gifts, his gaze suddenly drifted to Jiang Fulai, standing indifferently to the side, "Brother Jiang..."

Jiang Fulai, with one hand in his pocket, heard him and glanced over with his pale eyes.

Tang Ming got startled by Zhang Shize, the kid.