Jealousy in her eyes nearly betrayed her as she clenched her fists tightly by her sides, visibly trembling.
She held back, turned to Yan Zao with a smile, "Then I hope you can win."
Then she turned around and headed toward Zhou Sicheng and the others without looking back.
Before approaching Yan Zao, Yu Yesang had called Zhou Sicheng and Zu He to discuss substituting for Lu Fei in apologizing to Yan Zao and to try negotiating a halt to the match.
Of course, Zhou Sicheng and the others agreed, but judging from their expressions during the conversation, it seemed they had failed.
"I always thought Yan Zao was aloof yet reasonable, but this..."
Zhou Sicheng sighed helplessly.
Wen Jing appeared behind him at some unknown time, "If you don't want to cheer for our Zaozao, go stand over there. Don't stand here babbling and annoying everyone to death."
She had come to pull them into forming a clique, but hearing Zhou Sicheng's helpless remark, she was extremely disappointed.
