At these words, all eyes turned to Ao Cheng, waiting eagerly for him to start.
However, many in the crowd instantly recognized Ao Cheng's identity, their faces displaying a range of interesting expressions.
"Hahaha, Ao Cheng, you must be kidding me. You, a man with not a single drop of ink in his belly, is going to write a poem?" A mocking voice echoed from the sidelines.
Ao Cheng who had been putting on a cold façade suddenly darkened at the comment. He turned his head and saw Ao Fang laughing uproariously, standing with several guards from Long Valley.
Seeing this, Ao Cheng felt a surge of rage, enough to make him want to slap the smug grin off Ao Fang's face.
"Hold back, for God's sake, don't ruin everything in front of your goddess," Jiang Xiaobai urged hastily.
At his words, Ao Cheng managed to restrain his rage, deciding to recite the compositions first.
But what Ao Cheng didn't realize was that Ao Fang wasn't the only one present.
