Meng Ziqi opened her eyes wide in disbelief, looking at Yu Jingrong as if she wanted to throttle her. "Did I lose? Did you win? I want to ask, where did you win?"
Yu Jingrong replied with a faint smile: "If you have to ask, you should be asking the judges. The results of the vote, aren't they pretty clear?"
Turning to look at the judge's panel, she softly asked, her voice brimming with feigned confusion yet swiftly cutting to the chase: "Could you, esteemed judges, answer this question for us?"
"Of course!" Judge Chen, with a gloom cast upon his face, shot a stern glance at Meng Ziqi before finally declaring, "You won. The title is truly yours."
At this moment, Judge Chen held a strong dislike for Meng Ziqi. Having served as a judge in many Jade Carving Exhibition competitions spanning several decades, it was the first time he'd encountered such a stubborn, unyielding loser who just couldn't graciously concede defeat.
