After hanging up the phone, Luo Qinghan probably understood that to teach the President a lesson, Lin Xiao must have done something sneakily, otherwise the President's scandal would not have spread so quickly and might even have been suppressed.
It had only been a short while, and it had already spread all over the country. There must have been a push, and who would dare to push it around casually? It was likely that Lin Xiao had done something.
On the other side, Lin Xiao hung up the phone and looked at his hand.
That mark had been there for so long, and it was still there.
But Mr. Zhuge didn't say anything that night, as if this mark had no effect on him.
His true qi circulated through his body in a cycle, and when a trace of true qi was nurtured over, he did not feel anything strange. It was as if nothing had happened, like merely a difference on the surface of his skin.
A very strange thing.
He thought for a long time and finally gave up thinking. Since nothing happened, he would treat it as if nothing had happened. Perhaps he could ask that bishop tomorrow? If he remembered correctly, according to their schedule, they should be leaving tomorrow.
Three days. That was the duration of the President of the United States' visit to China. After that, whether he would return or tour Shanghai, he did not know.
However, he probably wouldn't be touring China. Now, as he walked on the street, everyone from eighty-year-old grandmothers to six-year-old children would point at him and whisper.
His reputation in China had truly hit rock bottom.
If it were somewhere else, he could have used his identity as the President of the United States to silence people, but this was China. No one cared about him; they would mock him as they pleased. At most, because he was a foreigner, and to show that China was a land of etiquette, they would mock him a little, then smile and nod in a friendly manner—and then continue to mock him.
The next day, Lin Xiao originally thought he could chat with the President and ask about the mark on his hand. However, to his surprise, the President was indeed there, but he couldn't find Mr. Bishop anywhere, only Daisy.
Where did he go?
Lin Xiao specifically mentioned it to Zhao Yuanchao.
"Let me see."
Zhao Yuanchao also frowned. That guy was not an honest person, and he had to be watched closely, especially since that person knew where Ying and Jin were.
To ensure their safety for the past two days, they had disguised themselves and stayed within the venue, preparing to leave with Lin Xiao later.
Soon, Zhao Yuanchao was also surprised. His people also couldn't find the bishop.
He had come out of the hotel in the morning, but now he was gone.
"Perhaps... he went again?"
Lin Xiao guessed.
Yesterday, he had guessed that the bishop must have had something he wanted to do in China and wouldn't have come just to be a bodyguard. So he had made arrangements early. He didn't expect him to be so persistent today?
"Let me see."
Zhao Yuanchao felt a faint sense of unease. A person like that was like a ticking time bomb anywhere in China, ready to explode with just one careless moment.
He couldn't rest assured knowing such a person was running around in China.
"It's fine."
The old man sitting beside them finally spoke, "Mr. Zhuge is here. You two, go find him."
"Yes."
Lin Xiao replied and quickly left the venue.
As he walked out of the venue, he subconsciously glanced at his palm.