Jian Fengchi was dazed for quite a while before he reacted. Wan Zheng Competition? Top eight?
Upon seeing Jian Fengchi's expression, the smile on Yuwen Jinghong's face gradually froze. "It can't be that you didn't take this to heart at all, right?"
"Isn't it just a competition? Do I have to care so much about it?" Jian Fengchi shrugged his shoulders lazily. This is especially so when this competition was organized by Shangguan Wan and Jiang Yucheng. Not only do I not care about it, but I also despise it very much. If it weren't to help Mu Qinghe, I wouldn't even intervene in this matter.
These few days after returning to Xi Ling City, he kept playing around and eating good food. He didn't have the spare time to think about anything else.
Yuwen Jinghong grunted. "To think she was brought here by you!"
