Wang Xiangxiang stepped down from the stage, and Xiaoxiao was incredibly excited. Her performance was so cool and amazing, it was simply beyond comparison.
"Sis, you've definitely won this time." Xiaoxiao even gave a thumbs up, admiring groundlessly. She was just too awesome; anyway, Xiaoxiao couldn't do it, she was pretty bad at it.
Although Wang Xiangxiang was very satisfied with her performance, her heart was still fluttering with unease. After all, there's always someone better out there, and she knew she couldn't take her opponents lightly, especially since Wen Nuan was not an easy one to deal with.
A few of them were also very anxious, waiting for the results of the second round.
It wasn't long before the host of the competition stepped onto the stage, holding a painting in his hand, which must be the victorious one, "Sis, it's coming, it's coming."
Feeling Xiaoxiao's grip on her hand getting tighter, Wang Xiangxiang actually comforted her, "Mm, don't be nervous."
