The sensitive young ladies could tell that Yao Jing was copying Ye Jian. All of them pursed their lips and smiled. She just humiliated herself after copying Ye Jian blindly!
Yang Heng held a dart in his hand. He didn't hit the dartboard either. He turned and gave Yao Jing a cold stare. The corners of his lips lifted a little. Trying to provoke Ye Jian? He wondered what Yao Jing's brain looked like!
When it was Wang Jin's turn to throw the dart again, his team was already one round ahead of Yao Jing's team. All the applause was for Wang Jin's team too.
As for Yao Jing's apology, it was like a pebble being thrown into the vast sea. It didn't even cause a single wave.
