Framing

It was normal when they thought about it. After all, everyone had come all the way to Country F to participate in the competition so that they could achieve a good result. Many people had spent a long time preparing for this, and they had practiced all sorts of perfume hundreds to thousands of times. Now that all their hard work had been wasted, they were naturally angry.

The corners of Feng Qing's lips curled up, and her large eyes swirled with light. She placed her two hands in her pockets and stood there without moving. Today, she was wearing a pink coat and a pink bear hair clip on her head. She looked very youthful. Coupled with her current expression, she was simply as cute as possible.

"Hmph, this is a competition. You've made a serious mistake. Don't think that it's fine by pretending to be cute."