The high-ranking man was now the center of everyone's attention, especially Xu Kejiao on stage, who looked at him with eyes full of anticipation, desperately begging for the man's pity.
Han Luoli's expression was indifferent, unchanged, and he simply nodded without speaking, treating her with no distinction from the others.
This left many people unable to discern the direction of the wind.
Xu Kejiao was clearly unwilling to give up, standing timidly on stage, yet refusing to step down.
Beneath the stage, Gu Xiaoer was preparing to go up, currently awkwardly waiting in her seat, struggling with whether or not she should proceed.
The audience below had already begun to whisper among themselves.
Xu Kejiao continued to look pitifully at Han Luoli, her eyes burning with the anticipation of his response.
Wei Feng frowned slightly, cleared his throat, and said, "Next."
