C215 It Was a Hot Potato

Even Mu Zhizhi felt that Aunt Huang's son would definitely be selected.

After all, he had drawn this in the book.

In the end, he climbed higher and higher in the team and had a bright future.

Who knew that the people in front of him had drawn all of them, but not a single one of them had drawn.

Mu Anze was stared at by some villagers who were eating people, and his brows were deeply locked