Bai Xiaosheng walked alongside Wei Feng, followed by Chen Xiaoya, Lin Ke, and Zhou Ping. Trailing behind them, in a grand and imposing procession, were over two hundred young guests from the "Yellow" hall. Such grandeur was akin to that of a monarch on an outing—it was indeed an impressive spectacle.
Passing a corner, Jiang Zuowei broke away from the crowd and slipped to one side.
Seeing this, Shen Yiyi hurriedly stepped forward and joined Jiang Zuowei.
They stopped, and as people behind them passed by, they would glance at them at most and then quietly leave.
Jiang Zuowei gazed at the back of Bai Xiaosheng in the far front, his heart burning with rage, his teeth clenched with hatred.
In previous years, it had always been him "leading the team," commanding two hundred of his peers, feeling utterly exhilarated.
But this year, today, not only was he out of the picture, but everyone else seemed to ignore him too.
He couldn't accept such a downfall!
