Seeing that no one believed her, Lin Qianqian's cheeks flushed with anger as Pan Yu dragged her away.
"Behave yourself, if you continue jumping around like this, I won't care about you anymore." Pan Yu warned sternly.
Lin Qianqian glared fiercely at Lin Sili, "She's lying."
"Keep your cool. Even if she's lying, so what? She's managed to make everyone believe her—that's a skill."
"The skill of deceiving the masses, more like."
Lin Sili looked at the sneaky figures of the mother and daughter, curled her lips in sarcasm, and accidentally met Ji Yunya's gaze, hesitated, then softly smiled.
Next came the grabbing ceremony. Little An'an joyfully sat on the stage, hopping through the pile of items in front of her but not picking anything up, making everyone anxious.
