When the results were announced, Qin Huai'an was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Qin Yang tugged at Qin Huai'an's sleeve, but Qin Huai'an, whose anger was at its peak, couldn't care less about anything else at the moment.
"Quiet!" Qin Huai'an shouted angrily, but Qin Yang, who had been pampered and spoiled since childhood, could not bear this humiliation. He pouted and burst into tears.
"Grandpa, the painting! My painting! You said I would win!"
Tang Li curled his lip, "How old are you and still crying? Aren't you ashamed?" As he complained, he reached out and covered Meng Zhiyao's ears.
"Mr. Qin, the voting results are in. Do you have any other questions?" Meng Wan's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.
"No!" he said, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Grandpa!" Qin Yang was still wailing.
Qin Huai'an suppressed his anger. What a darling of his heart! He felt utterly humiliated. Ignoring everything else, Qin Huai'an dragged Qin Yang away from the venue.
This time, Yan Nian didn't stop her, but somehow walked up behind Meng Wan.
"Art is interconnected, and it cannot be smeared by others." Qian Yixuan's words drew everyone's attention back.
"Meng Zhiyao's work is recognized by both insiders and outsiders, making him a worthy first-place winner."
Following Qian Yixuan's gaze, everyone looked at Meng Zhiyao, who subconsciously hid behind Meng Wan, but Meng Wan pushed him forward.
Dalif waved to him, and Meng Zhiyao knew he should go up... but his feet seemed to be glued to the ground, unable to move.
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