Ma Zichen took the publication. A whirl of emotions churned within him, but envy was predominant as he looked at the article.
However, with just one glance, his eyes fixed, his breathing quickened, and he suddenly felt his limbs go rigid.
Slowly, he turned his head toward Du Heng, his mouth agape, but no words came out.
Then his gaze kept shifting back and forth between the article and Du Heng.
Just then, Wu Buwei finished his call, his exhilaration palpable.
Seeing Ma Zichen's stunned expression, he laughed heartily. Wu Buwei had just experienced that same feeling. Even after sharing his excitement with his father on the phone, the thrill still coursed through him.
"Are you surprised?" Wu Buwei asked Ma Zichen, smiling.
Ma Zichen nodded blankly.
Wu Buwei patted Ma Zichen's shoulder. "Don't believe it?"
Ma Zichen nodded blankly again.
"Calm down. This is all real."
Ma Zichen looked at the silent Du Heng and only after a while did he ask, "Du, is this really me?"
