"Okay, let's talk about your question next."

Louis looked at his young-looking son, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, glanced at his aide beside him, and gestured for him to speak.

"After you entered the game, Mr. Julian, and revealed your identity as a hidden Zerg from your perspective, your superb acting skills in the game showed the cruelty and cunning of the Zerg, which attracted a lot of netizens to scold and criticize you, and even escalated to real people. As a result, your personal reputation has dropped a lot."

Upon hearing this, Julian's expression changed.

Although he was mentally prepared, the other party emphasized the word "decline," which meant that the decline in reputation was definitely not minor.

"The key point is that the president's political enemies sent people to muddy the waters, mentioning your relationship with the president, thereby questioning your upbringing, and thus leading uninformed people to question the president's character and reputation."

"Nonsense! These people are simply..."

Julian never expected that his matter would involve his father. He was so angry that he blushed and shouted out, losing all composure. But to his surprise, he met his father again, who sat calmly and looked up at him.

Louis looked at her with eyes full of calm and tranquility, while Julian seemed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water and fell silent.

Even though it concerned the other party's reputation, his father maintained his composure and calmness, as if all the turmoil was insignificant to him.

However, if he were truly insignificant, he wouldn't have been brought here directly to be in a room with his father and these dozen or so advisors.

Julian glanced again at the serious-faced staff around him, and inwardly cried out: Oh no!