Ye Ling heard a few girls next to her discussing excitedly and a smile appeared on her face, feeling a sense of achievement that her big son had finally been discovered by someone.
Sheng Junlie saw her smiling so sweetly and pursed his thin lips. "He's just an average dancer. The person next to him danced better."
"Just average?" Ye Ling widened her eyes. "Are you sure your eyes are okay?"
Sheng Junlie looked at her coldly and nodded. "If someone else had stood in his position today, their performance wouldn't have been worse than his."
Ye Ling was angry and argued, "Luck is also a kind of strength. Anyway, no matter what you say, he's popular now. I didn't make a mistake in my judgment."
Sheng Junlie: "..."
Fortunately, the waiter interrupted their conversation by bringing the food. After the waiter left, Ye Ling looked at the steaming hot pot and was still angry.
