Seeing her daughter speak up, Mrs. Liu settled in comfortably to watch the show.
She knew what her daughter was capable of. Anyone who provoked her was on their own. Take Song Lianhe, for example—hadn't she been thwarted by her daughter every single time!
The last two times had just been flukes that let her get the upper hand. But judging by her daughter's posture now, she probably wouldn't get another chance to make a comeback.
'Now, that's more like it. That's Liu Wanqing's daughter!'
Mrs. Liu picked up her teacup, blew away the leaves floating on the surface, and took a slow, deliberate sip.
Song Xilan truly was the female lead. The moment she got serious, the protagonist's halo hit her like a spotlight, much like the Tyndall effect in the real world...
Wait!
A beam of light?!
Song Lianhe froze and immediately rubbed her eyes.
'Holy shit!'
'This wasn't a metaphor, a figure of speech, or some kind of artistic contrast! She literally had a protagonist halo!'
