After Bai Xiaosheng's simple speech, he smiled and invited everyone to eat, and the group eagerly toasted the new president. They were cautious not to urge him to drink too much, but they themselves drank quite a lot, instantly heating up the atmosphere at the table.
Cheng Dongyu felt like an outsider, watching the crowd bond with the leader, and his confidence dwindled further.
Not only that, he felt increasingly isolated, sensing that Bai Xiaosheng had the ability to garner unanimous support.
He even considered that if Bai Xiaosheng encouraged others to report him, they might do so without hesitation!
This notion was undoubtedly terrifying.
While others grew warmer with the alcohol, Cheng Dongyu's heart grew colder with each sip, sending chills down his spine.
"It's crazy! Have these people really defected to him completely? What kind of bewitching congee has Bai Xiaosheng fed them?"
Cheng Dongyu's mind was in chaos.
