Uncle Wu's Skepticism

Yan Ruoxue looked at Su Yan with cold eyes, her face filled with iciness.

"I..." Su Yan glared at her and was about to open her mouth to retort.

Luckily, Zhao Gang covered her mouth in time and then said in a trembling voice, "Miss Yan, she... How can she be qualified to go on stage? Don't be ridiculous..."

Yan Ruoxue sneered and said, "If she dares to speak out of turn again, she will face the consequences."

After saying this, Yan Ruoxue ignored Zhao Gang.

"Hmph, isn't she deliberately messing with us? If they didn't choose us, why did they shine the light on us?" Su Yan murmured.

"Shut up!" Zhao Gang let out a stern bellow. He could not help but feel vexed. The longer he looked at Su Yan, the more annoyed he felt.

"No, the opportunity that the Zhao family fought so hard for cannot be ruined just like that!" Zhao Gang thought to himself furiously.

His mind was racing as he tried to find a way to salvage the situation.