Bai Xiaosheng stood up.
On his face, there was neither Mu Beichen's aloof and high-rising gaze nor Zheng Qinghong's fervent enthusiasm.
What it did display was Bai Xiaosheng's usual, simple smile.
Before he even spoke, the room fell silent.
The intense anticipation in the air as everyone awaited his speech indeed surpassed that for Zheng Qinghong and Mu Beichen.
"You can start now!"
Feng Li waited a few seconds, but seeing that he didn't speak, she couldn't help but urge him on.
"Okay," Bai Xiaosheng nodded leisurely and unhurriedly, picking up the piece of paper on the table.
It was densely packed with writing.
Zhao Qianze had always wanted to take a look but was always defeated by what seemed like "dog's scratching."
Was it a security measure?
Written on it must have been amazing strategies, perhaps to prevent people nearby from seeing!
Zhao Qianze couldn't help but think to herself.
Of course, it wasn't to guard against her but to prevent others from peeking.
