Xia Yu was feeling extremely unwell.
She did not think that seven of her useless teammates were not able to defeat Xia Ling. That irritating woman was still holding her head high on the stage to the extent that she was calm and composed. There was not even a drop of sweat on her shiny and smooth skin. How was that possible?! Singing was supposed to be a very laborious task. How could she do it with such skill and ease?!
She must be pretending!
Xia Yu reassured herself, clenched her fists, and put on her most flawless smile as she went on stage.
It was the second time that Xia Ling saw her after she was reborn. Facing her wicked sister again, she wondered what tricks she had up her sleeve.
"Ye Xingling, how about you choose the song." Xia Yu said delicately. Her expression gave many people a favorable impression of her.
