Qiao Xiaren's French is incredibly authentic, that inherent elegance adding an unique charm. Faced with a French book, the men suddenly lost the courage to start a conversation.
They suddenly realized, this was the gap between people.
Ye Qing also perceived this, feeling inexplicably stifled.
Soon it was Liao Ling's turn to perform. She chose a fast-paced English song filled with emotion. The reaction was quite good. Seeing Ling enter jubilantly, Xiaren's lips curled up in a light laughter.
"Congratulations to our Xiaoling."
"I hope we can be in the same company." Liao Ling hugged Qiao Xiaren in return with a smile, "This way, we can see each other often."
"Hmm."
"Ladies, come look at the final scores."
Sang Xiao entered, clapping her hands lightly. Everyone was somewhat apprehensive.
Several companies' talent scouts had entered backstage, the score sheet was being announced. The competition involved scoring by representatives, followed by audience scoring.