"Didn't they dislike Yun Qing before? Why did they suddenly work together to speak for Yun Qing?"

"Of course it's because Miss Yunqing is so powerful! For these best perfumers, besides their strength, what else can convince them?!"

"Yun Qianrou is a typical example of not being able to afford to lose! He dares to say that Mr. ghost is doing a secret operation, and he deserves to be slapped in the face by these excellent perfumers!"

With the collective boycott of the perfumers, those who echoed Yun Qianrou's voice had to extinguish it.

At this point, if someone is ungrateful and questioning Yun Qing’s champion, he will definitely be drowned by the audience’s spitting star.

Yun Qianrou stood on the stage with a pale face.

She looked at the questioning faces opposite her, with the same hatred of the enemy, and panic spread in her heart.

She vaguely guessed that Yun Qing must have buried a pit for her without knowing where, and made her jump down unknowingly.

Now, not only was the words slapped in the face, but all the perfumers on the stage collectively became suspicious of her perfume.

But for the time being, I really couldn't figure out where the problem was. As long as I forced myself to suppress my emotions, stared at Yun Qing, and said coldly, "Sorry, I was too excited just now, and I made a mistake for a moment, accidentally slandered Mr. ghost, I apologize."

"I have no doubts about this championship. The championship trophy is Yunqing. This time I lost, I am convinced."

"Now I just want to quietly win my runner-up trophy and don't want to cause trouble anymore. Yun Qing, you have also been a big shot on this stage today. Why bother to cause trouble for the perfume conference because of our personal grudges?"

Yun Qing wrapped her hands around her chest and chuckled. She was worthy of being Yun Qianrou, and she was much more interesting to play with than Jian Ninglu.

Her smile was sweet and her eyes were cold, "You are so considerate, but Yun Qianrou, you made a mistake and questioned your perfume is not a personal grudge between us."

A little disdain came from her eyebrows and eyes, "Before you accuse me of causing trouble for the perfume competition, you should turn around and ask the perfumeers and judges on the scene if you want to give up."

Yun Qianrou shook her body gently, her eyes were cold, and she stared at Yun Qing tightly.

Before she could ask, Qin Yao had already spoken.

"I don't agree! Yun Qianrou, if you don't accept Miss Yun Qing's question and give the most reasonable explanation, then I will be the first to be dissatisfied with this runner-up trophy to be awarded to you!"

"Yun Qianrou, I did have doubts at first, but later I felt that I might have thought too much, but seeing your performance just now, you didn't know why you lost to Miss Yun Qing, which is a bit ridiculous... You must accept this question. If you can't explain it, the runner-up trophy will definitely not be awarded to you!"

"Miss Yun Qianrou, please straighten your back, show your strength and demeanor as the runner-up, and accept Miss Yun Qing's doubts openly. Don't talk about him around you!"

In the judges' seat, Mr. Huo also spoke, "Yun Qing doesn't speak, I'm going to ask, we will award you the runner-up, and please be worthy of the glory she represents!"

Yun Qianrou stood stiffly on the stage, her face as white as frost and snow.

She once again tasted the feeling of being publicly executed when she met her aggressive faces.

What's even more terrifying is that she has no idea why she has fallen to this point.

She was obviously careful enough. Before the award ceremony, she was scolded like that and didn't even dare to say a single word of redundant words.

But before he knew it, he was plotted to this point by Yun Qing.
Chapter completed!