The judges entered one after another, but this time, they didn't sit in the audience; instead, they sat on either side of the stands.
Each artwork that appears on the big screen is commented on by the judges, and then each of the ten judges gives their own score.
However, apart from the judges, no one in the audience knew their score.
Ye Li's gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Wanruo.
If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Wanruo had held the position of vice chairman of the charity gala for several years, Ye Li would almost have thought that Jiang Wanruo was after her.
During a break halfway through the competition, as soon as Jiang Wanru spoke after she came out of the restroom, Ye Li's heart skipped a beat.
"Ye Li, would you believe me if I said I came here for you?"
The sound of rushing water filled the air. Jiang Wanru, who was touching up her makeup in front of the mirror, looked at Ye Li with a carefree expression.
"I'll believe you if you say so. But I don't believe you can eliminate me!"
Even if a young, spirited girl has a fleeting hint of hesitation in her eyes, her words will not reveal any timidity, but rather a confident and assertive air.
Jiang Wanruo really wanted to ask Ye Li, "Does your confidence come from your own talent, or from Fu Yanci, who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist in the capital?"
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Wanruo swallowed her words when the participating designers walked in through the door.
He simply nodded to Ye Li and said, "Ye Li, good luck!"
Ye Li stared at Jiang Wanruo's back for a long time.
Good looks and elegant demeanor.
She has a great figure.
She wore a dark green cheongsam that accentuated her waist and hips.
She also possesses a mature sexiness unique to her age.
It was a charm that she, at 20, could never possess.
Thinking of Fu Yanci's nonchalant "university alumnus".
Thinking of her mother's admiring gaze, she described her as "the best daughter-in-law in a wealthy family."
Ye Li sighed.
Oh no, she felt a pang of jealousy again.
The phone in her handbag chimed softly. Wan Mingyi urged her to hurry back. Ye Li turned around, looked in the mirror, and pushed open the door.
As I hunched over and sat back down, my eyes lit up when a work bearing the logo of Ye Li Studio appeared on the big screen.
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