Yun Qianrou looked at Yun Qing, and passed through the microphone with a sad and angry voice. The audience heard it, "Yun Qing, look at everyone saying that my winning perfume is yours, do you say something?"

As soon as these words came out, the strife at the scene suddenly stopped.

Everyone's eyes looked at Yun Qing in an instant.

Those little girls with pink Yunqing were hopeful and eager to hope that Yunqing could stand up immediately, take back her perfume, and slap Yun Qianrou in the face.

Even the perfumers on the stage were watching her.

Yun Qing faced a pair of eager and anxious eyes, glanced at Yun Qianrou without saying anything.

Seeing this, Yun Qianrou could hardly hide the pleasure in her eyes, and her smile became brighter and brighter.

For such a long time, the resentment that had been bullied and suppressed by Yun Qing began to explode gradually at this moment.

Yun Qing ruined so many things she cherished and cared about, and now it was her turn to start destroying her.

Yun Qianrou admired Yun Qing's lost expression and said in a heart-warming voice, "Yun Qing, you don't speak, what does this mean? Do you still want to use these audiences to help you continue to attack me?"

Bo Xiuyao was at Beimingya's hands, so she didn't believe it. Yun Qing dared to ignore her father's safety for the sake of a runner-up.

Thinking of this, Yun Qianrou was completely fearless.

Yun Qing still looked at her coldly, without saying anything, just her beautiful little face, with a hint of paleness.

Yun Qianrou smiled at her, raised her chin, and faced the audience. Her eyes were red and her tone was filled with indescribable grief and anger. "I know that everyone was deeply in my opinion about me because of my brother Lu Cheng and I, but I still asked everyone present to be more rational. Then press my head on my perfume. Before Yun Qing's, please provide evidence first!"

The audience was stunned at first, and then even more explosive.

Some extreme remarks followed.

"Miss Yunqing, you are talking!"

"Yun Qing, what's going on with you? Didn't you say confidently before, can you win the championship? Why don't you say a word now?!"

"Yun Qing, even if Yun Qianrou threatens you, this is a global live broadcast and everyone will help you! Tell me quickly!"

But no matter what the people below say, Yun Qing still doesn't speak.

She sat there quietly, with long hair draped over her shoulders, her face turned pale, but there was a hint of coldness, fragile and coldness in her eyes. She felt very distressed when she looked at the little girls who liked her.

And those extreme people are talking more and more unpleasantly, and some people can't help but start scolding Yun Qing.

Seeing this, Yun Qianrou felt proud.

In the past few months, she has lived without dignity like a rat crossing the street.

She hadn't felt this feeling of trampling Yun Qing under her feet for a long time.

Yun Qianrou finally regained her arrogance as a master. Although she still wanted to continue to humiliate and provoke Yun Qing, this is a global live broadcast.

Yun Qing's boyfriend, Bo family, and people from the Yun family in Beijing were all sitting upstairs at this moment, watching the scene.

Yun Qianrou has never been a person who will be complacent, especially since she has no foundation at the moment. If she does too much, it may directly cause a disaster for her. She can only do it slowly.

Thinking of this, Yun Qianrou looked at Yun Qing with a smug look, held the microphone, looked at the audience, and continued, "In the domestic perfume competition, there was a mistake in the meaning of "lifetime" and I was stigmatized by plagiarism. This is a lifelong shame and stain for a perfumer."

"So I am standing here today, not only for the runner-up of the international competition, but also for the purpose of washing away the slander and injustice I have suffered before."

"I want to tell everyone-"
Chapter completed!