Bai Xiaosheng opened his mouth, and Zhengdong Province fell silent.
He didn't rush towards Han Dongxu, so naturally, nobody was grabbing him anymore.
"Bai Xiaosheng, what kind of status do you have to make us listen to you, waste our time, are you even worthy!" Han Dongxu scoffed.
Now that the masks were torn off, there was no need for pretense.
The usual smile on Han Dongxu's face had also vanished.
Once a top student, now the most destitute, Bai Xiaosheng in his street stall clothing made the others seated there secretly curl their lips, feeling that Han Dongxu was right.
Scattered discussions rose and fell, not providing Bai Xiaosheng with an environment to speak.
"Ah, what are you doing with my knife!" Suddenly, a chef exclaimed in alarm.
Chop!
Right next to Bai Xiaosheng's seat, a kitchen knife slammed onto the tabletop.
