บท 1123: Jiang Xianrou Is in a Hurry

Qiao Nian didn't want Song Tian to have the chance to keep her anymore, so she turned around and waved to a few people before striding forward and walking without looking back.

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At the same time, on the other side backstage, Jiang Xianrou had already smashed everything she could see.

Her face was ugly, as black as the bottom of a pot, ashen.

2nd place?

What!

Principal Liang, they really knew how to play!

Jiang Xianrou's chest rose and fell violently, her head was clouded with anger, her eyelids rolled, her heartbeat thumped, and she almost choked.

Sitting on the dressing table and looking at her delicate makeup in the mirror was like looking at a clown. Thinking of the final ranking, she felt as if her breath was stuck in her throat, so she grabbed the lotion and slammed it on the mirror.

The glass bottle collided with the glass, and the vanity mirror cracked in a cobweb-like crack.