"Bai Xiaosheng! Bai, Xiaosheng!"
Facing the scorn and mockery surging from all around, Mu Beichen's complexion turned as dark as liver, his eyes slightly bulging, his expression twisted with ferocity. His hands, clenched into fists with too much force, showed prominent blue veins.
He was seething with such rage that he felt like grinding his teeth into steel, his breathing rapid, and he even experienced a suffocating feeling as if he were running out of oxygen.
Yet he had no way to refute, because what Bai Xiaosheng had berated... was the truth!
Mu Beichen was originally conflicted about the way he had won, and had even felt dejected, until he was advised by Chen Jiuzheng.
But momentary forgetfulness did not mean that he truly no longer cared about it.
On the contrary, he had suppressed it in his heart where it grew wildly like rampant weeds.
