Zhou Xue'er stood up abruptly from the audience seats and stared fixedly at He Jing's actions. He Jing had actually chosen the skinniest chicken.
She thought, "What the hell! That chicken was obviously malnourished!"
If He Jing hadn't promised to work for Zhou's Restaurant after losing the competition and work until she died, she would have really thought that He Jing was deliberately messing with her!
She just didn't want the Zhou family to compete. She just didn't want her to continue being a rich lady.
But...
She had signed a contract!
She even took the money!
Zhou Xue'er wanted to curse, but she couldn't. Her face turned green and white.
Suddenly, a magnetic and low voice, as melodious as a cello, sounded from behind her, "Zhou Xue'er, sit down."
Zhou Xue'er turned around and met Yan Hanxi's cold eyes. Her body trembled and goosebumps suddenly appeared on her arm.
