"There's no concrete evidence of the rumors about Miss Bright Moon. Various major companies and wealthy families vouched for her. Even a famous university like Li City University didn't hesitate to bet on the university's reputation to protect her. Why do you have to believe Du Ming's one-sided story?"
Hearing Jiang Ying mention his name, Du Ming's face turned livid. "President Jiang…"
"By the way, Mr. Du Ming, didn't you say that you wanted to resign from your position as a judge in this perfume competition? Why are you here today?" Jiang Ying's eyes were filled with mockery as she snorted. "Mr. Du, you can't even fulfill this promise, so how can you make me believe you?"
Du Ming's expression turned sour. Before he could explain, Jiang Ying looked coldly at the person beside him and shouted angrily, "Judge Zhao!"
Judge Zhao's body trembled, and his eyes were filled with uneasiness. "President Jiang, I've already informed them, but…"
