But now, the supportive voices around him gradually turned into suspicion and questioning, making his expression even gloomier, and his heart burned with the flames of anger and shame.
"Indeed, this is still the world of Saint Son Jiang..." a spectator sighed softly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"It seems that these two were not wrong. In the end, no one truly dares to oppose Saint Son Jiang, not even the Chen Family." Another person nodded in agreement, with a faint tone of disdain.
As these discussions spread, more and more people began to resonate with Ye Qingchen's words, and some even became discontent with Chen Rui's arrogant attitude.
The public opinion that was originally in favor of Chen Rui completely reversed in just a few sentences.
Chen Rui's face was ashen, his fists tightly clenched, his knuckles turning white, clearly overwhelmed with fury burning intensely in his chest.
Ye Qingchen's mockery and the crowd's comments were a brutal stomp on his dignity.
