Seeing that the performances had ended one after another and that it was already Quentin's turn, Whitney recalled this woman sitting in the living room when she returned home. "Can you tell me the truth? Did I get this round of votes by being superficial?! Where's my mother? I want to see her now!"
Although she was very firm and persistent at that time, Quentin didn't seem to be affected by her at all. "Where did you hear that, or do you have no confidence in your fan base?"
Every time Whitney encountered such a question, she would be fooled by it.
"I just want an answer."
"Whitney, don't you rarely go online? Why are you so easily affected by the rumors on the Internet this time? Is it because the pressure of preparing for the last match is so great that you even have to suspect your mother?"
At this moment, Whitney's mind was filled with Quentin's cheerful face. She was sure that her mother must've done these things.
