"Zhao Xi..." In the central voting hall, Dawson saw Zhao Xi walking through the door, a slight restrained smile appearing on his face. Amid the flashing lights, he shook hands with Zhao Xi and smiled, "Why are you only arriving now?"
The surrounding reporters surged forward to take photos. These two presidential candidates were not particularly friendly towards each other in their previous competition. Their debates on television were intense and fiercely divided.
"I woke up late," Zhao Xi replied, "so I arrived a bit late."
"I thought you weren't going to come," Dawson smiled at the reporters taking photos, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear, "since you woke up late, why not skip it altogether?"
"Isn't it a bit early to say such a thing?" Zhao Xi also smiled as he faced the reporters, showing no expression, "The voting has just started, no winner has been declared yet. Besides, I personally think Mr. Perez has a better chance of winning. You're too frivolous."
