For a moment, the Ministry of Revenue's front gate fell silent, everyone's eyes fixed on Zhou Shuren. Zhou Shuren took another step back, and after ensuring a safe distance, he left without a word, flinging his sleeves as he went.
Shi Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Mr. Zhou did not press the matter further.
Gu Ren also hurriedly tucked away his purse, sweating all over. He thought today would have been disastrous!
Shi Qing spoke in a low voice, feeling he had some understanding of Mr. Zhou, "In the future, do not act rashly like this. It was fortunate Mr. Zhou did not dwell on it."
Gu Ren, still anxious, asked, "Can I still register today?"
His heart was still in turmoil, drumming with bad premonitions.
"Inconsequential," whispered Shi Qing. "Mr. Zhou is very busy; he will not nitpick over trifles."
