"This is truly troublesome."
Wen Zhixing's heart sank. Currently without any backing, he had hoped to eke out a few more years. Yet now, someone had already set their sights on him. The only person Wen Zhixing could rely on was Murong Fenghua. But Murong Fenghua had recently been elusive, with no one knowing what he was up to.
"Alright, Lingyin and Lingle, off you go. The others have been waiting for a while, be good now."
Just at this moment, Jiang Baiyu finally began to speak to Lingyin and Lingle. Upon hearing this, those who had been offering flattery no longer tried to forcefully hold them back, instead deciding to witness the talent of these two girls.
"Mhm." Lingyin and Lingle nodded slightly in response, steadfast determination flashing across their wide, sparkling eyes. Straightaway, their soft little hands joined—one to the left and one to the right—as they walked hand in hand to the front of the sculptures.
"Huh, why are two people testing together?"
