After the meeting ended, Si Wenji sat in the back of the car, hugging her shoulders and closing her eyes to rest.
Peacock, who was in the driver's seat, glanced at her in the rearview mirror and smiled, "Si, who's made you angry?"
"Drive your car."
Si Wenji gave her a look.
While they were speaking, Zhan Yuejin opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, and Peacock wisely shut her mouth, silently starting the Ford.
"How did you decide? Twenty-nine votes against, one in favor, and still Taishuai gets past the preselection?"
Si Wenji asked.
"Sometimes the number of votes doesn't tell the whole story. The preselection is always dominated by a minority, not to mention Taishuai. Take Jingang Zhi and Weiyue Yan for example; even if they are behind in votes, do you think Wuwei Sanzang and Su Ling would let them fail to be selected? It's not a formal public election at the Yan Zhao Club, no need to take it so seriously."
