"Miss Yan has no hope left."
Hearing this, Yan Qiao's face turned an unsightly shade of black, and her body trembled.
She walked forward, through a long corridor, into a studio full of artistic flair.
The place was filled with the masterpieces of renowned painters, all of extremely high artistic value.
Much like those they had seen in the Lighthouse yesterday.
Incomprehensible.
Ren Yunlin's eyes flashed with intense excitement upon seeing these paintings.
Yan Qiao turned to everyone. "I brought you all here to take a look. You can experience it for yourselves. Let's let the audience vote to see who's better? And who's more suitable?"
Her words were clearly aimed at Lin Yunxuan.
But for some reason, Lin Fangyu also looked at Li Xingwan at that moment.
"Indeed, we should see who's better."
Live broadcast audience: "???"
"Who was she saying that to?"
"Why does it feel like she's looking at Xingwan?"
