The vice president's face turned cold. "Sorry, this award can't be given to you!"
Shen Qianrou was in a daze, so she didn't understand the interpreter beside her.
After a long while, she finally realized what he meant.
"You're not awarding anymore?!"
Because she was too surprised, her voice was uncontrollably sharp!
"Why should I?"
The championship that should have belonged to her was gone. He didn't even give her the trophy?
"Why?" At Hua narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Qianrou in disdain. "Don't you know?"
"Why would I know?! My work is so perfect, but I didn't win the championship. I'm already tolerating it. Now, the runner-up has changed his mind at the last minute. Is this the standard of the International Fragrance Competition?"
Infuriated, Shen Qianrou was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Vice President Atwa was already glaring at her angrily.
