"Damn Korean bastards," seeing the high spirits of the Koreans in the venue, Luo Yuqing couldn't help but feel indignant, "Do they think creating an atmosphere can change the outcome of the competition? Since when could the cheer squad's emotions influence a match? Hmph, once the results come out and if Xu Chongzhi loses, let's see if you cry or laugh."
Yang Qingyin didn't complain about anything, she just sat quietly beside Luo Ziling, with Ling Ruonan on one side and her on the other, protecting him.
Today, she also cast aside her reserve, disregarding Ling Ruonan's presence, and the occasional sweeping of camera lights, she proactively held Luo Ziling's hand. In such a public setting, the woman holding hands with Luo Ziling, her identity was naturally self-evident.
