Lou Wanyuan's lapse caused everyone to pause in surprise. He swayed slightly, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch the relief of the woman holding a child, but tears had already started to flow.
"President Lou." Someone gently reminded.
Lou Wanyuan sniffled, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the corner of his eyes. With a self-mocking smile, he said, "It's nothing, just an old man's moment of weakness. I've made a fool of myself."
He took the magnifying glass handed back by a worker and stood in front of the relief, bending over to examine the details. The more he looked, the more his heart and soul were shaken.
Wufu let out a light sigh.
"Lady Wu, why do you sigh?" Wen Congrui asked. "It's clear President Lou is very fond of and shocked by your work; his extra points must be substantial."
He was exceptionally skilled at reading people's expressions. Lou Wanyuan's excitement was clearly overflowing, revealing his emotional connection to the relief.
But Wufu sighed.
