Shen Tingting's face was exceptionally unpleasant, and she no longer pretended to be pitiful.
Instead, she shouted angrily, "Stop pretending here. This time you won, so you can talk all high and mighty, but next time, I won't let you off easily! One day, I'll make sure you can never recover!"
"Actually, you could have won this time too, if you hadn't used such self-destructive means. With your design, getting into the top three was a piece of cake. Unfortunately, you didn't believe in your own talent and chose this path instead."
Qiao Mo's expression was calm, looking somewhat sorrowfully at the woman in front of her.
It seems that she, like her father Shen Ling, believed more in the theory of 'Winners are kings, losers are outcasts.'
Upon hearing this, Shen Tingting was briefly dazed.
In that moment, she really wondered if she was wrong.
No, she wasn't wrong!
It was Qiao Mo who took away the opportunities that should have been hers!
