Qin Si heard someone talking about Qiao Nian from behind. The words were quite unpleasant.
He had a bad temper and couldn't suppress the anger in his chest. The impetuous anger was pressed against his eyes, and Qin Si forcefully held it in.
Young masters like them were used to running amuck in Beijing. If not for the fact that today was special, he would have already quarreled with the man behind him.
However, he suppressed his anger today.
He looked at Qiao Nian's score on the LED screen and asked the man beside him anxiously.
Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes slightly and held his hands. He had the same attitude as Old Master Ye. His eyes were extremely dark as he looked at the girl on the stage without looking at the screen. He said calmly, "Wait a little longer."
