"Pitiful? How am I pitiful?"
Ning Xixi couldn't understand her bizarre logic.
Shi Manyu blinked her big eyes, enhanced by fake eyelashes, "No one came to watch your performance, aren't you pitiful?"
Beside her, Cheng Youran twitched the corner of his mouth.
Hold it in! Hold it in!
Don't stoop to arguing with this naive rich girl!
Just imagine if she knew that Yan Yichen would help Ning Xixi with her performance, what kind of expression would this foolish girl have?
Cheng Youran couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.
Shi Manyu, puzzled, asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"Ah? No, you saw wrong, I'm crying! Poor Xixi, it's just so sad!"
Ning Xixi played along perfectly, "Yes, yes, I'm terribly pitiful."
Content, Shi Manyu swayed her hips and left.
She was going to put on a great show in a moment, determined to make Brother Yichen have eyes for her alone!
...
On stage, the host concluded his speech and announced that the Goddess Pageant had officially begun.
