Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Three: Suddenly Feeling So Guilty...

Bai Qi looked at Zhao Futu in surprise, double-checking, "President, you're not teasing me, are you?"

"Teasing you? Do I look like I'm joking?"

Zhao Futu looked at Bai Qi seriously and said, "I originally planned to do this when you advanced to the Six Stage, but considering you need time to stabilize your power, I did not do it then."

"This..."

Bai Qi looked at Zhao Futu, rolled his eyes, and pretended to sigh helplessly, "Although it's a bit surprising, if the president insists on handing over his position to me, I will reluctantly accept it. You just focus on enjoying your retirement."

Thump!

Zhao Futu punched Bai Qi hard, saying, "Snot-nosed brat, if you don't want to accept, just say it. Why are you beating around the bush and cursing me?"

Bai Qi grinned and said, "Since you know it, President, why don't you stop asking me to be President? Besides, in the Federation, aren't all the branch presidents doing quite well? Are you going to create a separate one for me?"