There were only nine people in the hall. They all just looked at each other, no one stepping forward.
Song Yunzhao stared grimly at the box. 'Might as well face the music.' Seeing that no one else was making a move, she stepped out.
Qin Xiyue froze, quietly pulling back the foot she had already started to extend.
Han Jinyi hadn't expected Song Yunzhao to be the first one. She didn't even have time to grab her. But then she remembered, 'This is just her personality—never one to be left behind.' With that thought, she followed her.
Song Yunzhao didn't even look at Zhang Maoquan. Her eyes were glued to the redwood box. Even if it were plated in gold and carved with exquisite patterns, it meant nothing to her.
