"So what do you want to do?" Fu Ya, confused, furrowed her brows and glared at Rong Yan.
Rong Yan, holding Little Baby's hand, remembered how Little Baby had been dragged on the ground, biting people. When she looked at Fu Ya again, her eyes held an added severity. She closed in on Fu Ya, her gaze bearing down, "It seems you're very keen on winning the AQ competition, even went as far as to pull some strings and visit the head producer."
Fu Ya's heart skipped a beat. Only a few people knew about her reaching out to the head producer's house with gifts; how did Rong Yan know about it?
Although panicked inside, she tried to maintain a calm appearance, "Who told you that? That's nonsense. I'm not doing anything of the sort. I will rely on my own abilities to compete."
"Heh, abilities, do you even have any?" Rong Yan scoffed contemptuously, her casual tone crushing Fu Ya.
