"What belongs to others, and you yourself are just third place, what right do you have to mock Xinyan?"
Lydia heard this and looked at Su Xinyan with an amused expression on her face.
"Even if I am third place, I am still last year's runner-up. Would I be worse than someone who made it into the top five years ago? Are you here to make jokes?"
Abby, full of disdain, said with a sneer, "So what? Having competed for so many years and you're still just third place, Xinyan got fifth place in her first competition five years ago. Compared to that, who's really the joke?"
"Exactly, if it weren't for Xinyan leaving the design circle for so many years, what business would she have here?"
"Yeah! Maybe she would have won the championship by now. Today she wouldn't be bullied by a mere third-place finisher."
Su Xinyan curled her lips.
Lydia's face turned sour, and the people around her whispered to one another, their indirect and strange gazes all falling on her.
