Pei Ruoxi's facial expression showed no major change, but the brilliance in her eyes became increasingly evident, revealing a hint of smugness.
Ji Mo glanced around and nodded slightly.
"Now, those in support of Ning Xiaofei, raise your hand."
Ning Xiaofei arched an eyebrow.
The little bastard, he just has to make things difficult for her, doesn't he?!
With her qualifications and background, who would support her?
Biting her lip in frustration, she glared at Ji Mo's profile with her eyes.
Where her gaze landed, she saw the man sit up straight, and then... he... he actually raised his right hand.
Ning Xiaofei's eyes widened in shock.
Ji Mo supports her?
Is this kid sick?!
As Ji Mo raised his right hand, Pei Ruoxi's fingers, which had been lightly tapping on the table, suddenly froze. Her gaze shifted and for the first time, she looked directly at Ning Xiaofei.
Of course, that look was anything but friendly. It appeared calm but had a sharpness that was quite uncomfortable.
