Nie Mi called her as soon as she got off the plane.
Qiao Nian pulled down her baseball cap and picked up the call as she left the airport. "Hello, Master Nie. Why are you looking for me?"
"I just want to talk about that incident on Weibo. Well done!"
Nie Mi sounded happy.
"If you hadn't retaliated so decisively, the school and I wouldn't have known how to explain the slander thrown at us by the organizers."
Qiao Nian was at a loss. Her thick black eyelashes drooped as she held her cell phone, thinking about how to answer him.
Nie Mi continued happily, "By the way, the Main Committee of the International Arrangement Competition has already returned the first place to you. The organizer even called me and apologized, asking me to convey his apology to you. How do you think we should speak up next?"
Qiao Nian had already walked to the roadside.
