Prize

Qiao Xin's face was pale. She glared at Qiao Nian, hatred written all over her face.

Previously at the research institute, Qiao Nian had used Suranne Grass to humiliate and slander her.

Qiao Xin took a deep breath. As she listened to the skeptical remarks of the people around her, it occurred to her that they were all clowns, every one of them. They were just like her at the research institute during that humiliating incident.

A trace of shame flashed in Qiao Xin's eyes. It was only now that she realized how stupid and foolish she had been back then.

At this moment, Lin Tao walked into the hall with a pot of Suranne Grass in her arms and placed it on Qiao Nian's podium.

This pot of Suranne Grass instantly attracted everyone's attention. It was like an invisible slap to the face of everyone who had been doubting Qiao Nian.

The entire hall was now in an uproar.