Lu Chenxue hurriedly stood up, trying to take back Yan Xinxin's draft.
"Why the rush? I'm looking at it now as a favor to Yan Xinxin. If you don't understand, don't cause trouble."
Jian Ziqing donned an expert's demeanor, scrutinizing Yan Xinxin's draft with practiced seriousness.
"Since you're a judge for this competition, don't you know that you need to avoid conflicts of interest? I think you understand even less than I do."
Lu Chenxue retorted, snatching the draft back from Jian Ziqing's hand, quickly sorting her belongings, and turning to leave.
"You seem to… like that boy named Xu Nuo, don't you?"
Lu Chenxue froze in her tracks upon hearing this.
"You obviously have the skills to participate in the competition yourself—why lower yourself to trailing behind someone else?"
Jian Ziqing slowly strode toward Lu Chenxue, her high heels clicking, and tossed a business card in her direction.
"Here's my card. I think you might need it."
