Aren't you very proud?

Madam Zong looked at Zong Pu, who was still obsessed and unrepentant, dreaming of beautiful dreams. She couldn't help but shake her head and smile.

Then she would wait and see how Zong Pu's beautiful dream would be shattered bit by bit.

The higher one climbed, the more miserable one would fall.

That kind of scene would be even more exciting, wouldn't it?

Madam Zong's lips curled up, and she smiled coldly. She didn't waste any more words with Zong Pu and followed the assistant into the car, quietly waiting for the final results of the election.

Lou Yu city could be said to be isolated and without help.

Zong Pu was chased away, and assistant Qiao's whereabouts were unknown.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

A bad premonition was surging in his heart.

His palms started to sweat unconsciously.

The election campaign soon kicked off. As the previous president, Wen zhihuai was required to give a speech on stage.