C1235 Absolutely mysterious

The elites sat down one by one, while Zhao Guangcheng sat at the seat of honor. He continuously called for the elites to sit down and urge the waiters to serve the dishes. He was dressed up as usual, with a split head, as if he had been licked by a donkey.

Zhao Guangcheng had always been like this, with a bit less of the valiant aura, and a bit more scholarly