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Li Mingtong's face was ashen, his brows tightly furrowed, and his eyes, bloodshot, were fixed unblinkingly on Bai Xiaosheng. His hands clenched into fists, so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Anxious, uneasy.
The stake that Li Mingtong had put on this gamble was simply too high, cutting off even his retreat!
It was a case of burning his boats—without success, he would only be left with the option of accepting his fate.
If he lost, it would be a total loss!
At the moment.
Every praise for Bai Xiaosheng was like a steel needle piercing into Li Mingtong's heart.
Each admiring glance towards Bai Xiaosheng was like a sharp knife slicing at Li Mingtong's heart.
Li Mingtong felt like a gambler who had turned red with loss, yet was hoping against hope for a final turnaround, full of anticipation and fear.
The room was overflowing with praise, the leaders' eyes shining, and District Chief Wu Qibing even openly considered poaching talent.
