Feng Mian looked to the side and saw a beautiful woman dressed in white dress. She stood firm with a glass of wine on her table while her lips curled up slightly. Even though she was merely standing, one could not take their eyes away from her easily.
'Her grasp of the audience is really great.'
"Xiao Lan," Tian Quan called out. He looked at the woman and crossed his arm. "Why are you trying to steal my thunder? I should have been the best in the entire year if not for you!"
Xiao Lan shook her head amusedly. She walked closer calmly. "Just admit that you can never reach higher than second place."
"Just watch! I'll defeat you soon enough."
"I'll be waiting."
Tian Quan huffed and turned to look at Feng Mian. "It's really bad that you can't join the competition. It seems that the queen has fallen from her throne, heh."
Feng Mian's lips twitched. Tian Quan really has a foul mouth. Ah, how she wished that she could make him eat her fist.
