Intense Competition

"You…"

Lin Wanwan's words were like a slap in the face, making Qin Xiangyu's expression change.

She wanted to rebut but wasn't sure what to say. She was so angry that her face flushed red.

Su Maner handed her a cup of lemon water. "Xiangyu, why are you bickering with a person who's only good at being glib? This battle only concerns the three of us. Meng Lu, am I right?"

Although Meng Lu and Su Maner were not on good terms, she agreed with these words. She nodded, as if forced into it.

"Meng Lu, come over here and take a seat too."

Meng Lu hesitated for a while but eventually walked over.

Lin Wanwan saw that the three of them were seated in a row far away from her. She could not help but snort lightly.

Hah, it was a group that was running against her.

Who cares?

Lin Wanwan could not be bothered to look at their expressions of disdain. She dug out her mobile and played with it.