Everyone in the hall turned their attention towards Chen Fan's direction.
"There's actually someone putting on a show; it must be one of Chen Fan's friends who is so excited about his victory that he wants to show off," someone commented.
"After watching the chess match, we even get to see a performance, today was really worth it."
"What kind of show is it?"
...
Guan Xiaolin's face flushed with rage, and internally she cursed Chen Fan's ancestors eighteen generations deep.
Mu Qingqing urged, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up, kneel down and start barking like a dog!"
Guan Xiaolin was clearly reluctant. She had never prepared for the possibility of losing today, and she hadn't even considered how humiliating it would be to kneel down and bark like a dog in public. She had only wanted to see Mu Qingqing be the one embarrassed.
But now, the person who was supposed to bark like a dog was her, and she was suddenly not okay with that.
