Due to Zhao Qingshan and Xu Huang saying they would join hands, the dozen groups quickly agreed on a common consensus, with each and every person nodding their heads in agreement to join hands.
Seeing this happen, Zhao Qingshan immediately gave a faint smile, before turning his vision toward Mu Chen and his group, who had yet to make a single sound. Smiling, he asked, “Mu Chen, how do you feel about this?”
Mu Chen smiled and replied indifferently, “It’s enough if all the seniors have agreed on it. I’m just a freshman, and I’m not strong. It will be alright if I put in effort with everyone.”
