Yang Rong had been recuperating in City A. While she could speak, she still wasn't strong enough to walk herself from one point to another. Meng Yang immediately dropped off all of his things to accompany her all the way to the auditorium.
While they were at the front, Yao Tang and the others stood backstage at the Student Activity Center. They watched the scene through the school's surveillance footage.
From there, she could see that Yang Rong was slowly stepping onto the stage.
She shouldn't have been here. Yao Tang's face was as cold as ice. If looks could kill, the entire population would've plummeted into hell. Her fists were clenched to her sides, with her fingers buried deep into her skin. A little stronger, and she might even draw blood.
"Hello, everyone," she announced. "My name is Yang Rong."
