Ou Ximing's words made Zhao Zimo's face turn pale. The low sneers around her made her want to find a hole to hide in.
When Mother Zhao saw her daughter suffering such humiliation, she jumped up from her seat.
"Ou Ximing, don't say that the grapes are sour! Don't forget how you pestered my daughter back then!"
Ou Ximing smiled faintly and said, "I was blind in the past, but I'm also grateful for the past because it allowed me to see clearly what a scumbag is."
"You…"
The few of them were rendered speechless by Ou Ximing. The mocking laughter from the surrounding people made them feel even more ashamed.
Ou Ximing didn't stay any longer. He turned around and went backstage.
"Hmph, what's there to be proud of? I'm waiting to see Chenyi's loser face when he wins the championship."
"You don't know what's good for you!"
"Zimo, don't worry too much. Just wait for Chenyi to avenge you."
"…"
