Yun Qianrou's expression was stiff again.

The student from Yunda immediately started shouting.

"Yes, the international champion asked you a question, but he didn't even mention Miss Yunqing, what are you doing to get to our Miss Yunqing?"

"Yun Qianrou, where did you come from the miserable face? Who doesn't know what your father and your mother have done to Miss Yunqing and her mother? Their current fate is all their own fault. Not to mention that they are just paralyzed and in jail, even if they die, they deserve it!"

"Lanslot asked about your perfume, it has nothing to do with Yunqing. Just answer Lanslot's questions carefully. What does it mean to talk about such a bunch of some or no ones?"

And at this moment, the atmosphere in the judges' seat was also solemn.

There has never been such a thing in the international perfume competition.

Cronin was so angry that his face was ferocious that he stared at Gibran fiercely, "Gibran, what does Lancelot mean? Even you are coming to trouble me?"

Gibran frowned and said in a gentle tone, "Lancelot has his own reason. Since he dared to ask, it means that he does have some doubts about the belonging of "Fengxin" and has also obtained certain evidence. Cronin, if I am you, I will ask my apprentice carefully."

Cronin's demeanor is completely gone.

Old Huo and his group sat there with a heavy face, looking at Yun Qing, their expressions were very serious.

They can all conclude that "Qingxin" is definitely Yun Qing's perfume.

If we follow Yun Qing's arrogant temperament, "Qingxin" will definitely have the same charm as "Qingcheng". It is already very unhappy if we didn't win the championship.

Now it's better, it's just a plagiarist.

It's clear that someone is making a fuss in the middle!

The most urgent task now is no longer whether Yun Qing can win the championship.

But can she get her perfume back?

Judging from this situation, Yun Qing is destined to miss the championship trophy this year.

Yun Qianrou was hit by Lancelot's sharp location, her face was pale. She held the microphone in her hand tightly and said in a stern voice, "Mr. Lancelot, I'll say it again, "Qingxin" is my perfume, not Yun Qing!"

After saying that, Yun Qianrou glared at Yun Qing fiercely.

It seemed to be forced to the extreme, Yun Qianrou burst into tears on the spot, her face was extremely weak and pale, and her eyes seemed to have a begging, "Yun Qing, I know that our family was sorry for you in the past, but my mother and dad have been punished. They have been punished by you to the point where you are worse than death..."

"I have nothing except Brother Lu Cheng. Yun Qing, please give me your best and let me go..."

Her crying affection is profound.

This made those who already felt sympathy for her even more disgusted with Yun Qing.

"Yun Qing, this year's champion and runner-up are not you, can you sit quietly on the stage? Don't destroy the atmosphere of the perfume competition anymore!"

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