Everyone who was paying attention to this competition witnessed the presence of a stunning woman on the podium. Her hair was a beautiful shade of white, complemented by her captivating blue eyes. As her lips parted slightly, her gaze met the gentle eyes of an elderly man with white hair. "Zhu Ying is my late grandmother, and I am her granddaughter, Liao Ning."
"She… passed away…" The news of his friend's demise momentarily struck the old man with disbelief. His voice softened instantly. "She truly had no heart, not even willing to inform me or Su Tang."
"Passing away from old age is a natural part of life. Grandma departed peacefully. Please don't be too sorrowful," Liao Ning comforted gently.
