C190 Your Stepmother'!

Xue Chaoqing moved toward the chairman's throne with the stiff, mechanical gait of a marionette. Along the way, a myriad of complex glances brushed past his face. Yet he dared not meet anyone's eyes, let alone hold their gaze. He felt like a criminal with a guilty conscience, walking on eggshells, his heart pounding like thunder. At last, he arrived at the president's throne, drenched in sweat