Song Song forced herself to endure the abdominal pain as she slowly got up from the stool, beads of sweat already forming on her pale little face. She only hoped he would finish speaking quickly so she could go to the restroom.
Why did her stomach suddenly hurt so much? Clearly, she hadn’t eaten much today; she left after having Ms. Song’s lovingly prepared breakfast and then had that piece of chocolate representing friendship earlier.
Could it be because she slept poorly last night and caught a chill in her abdon?
That’s possible.
Xiao Jinghuai looked at that tender little face, feeling an instant impulse to step down from the stage and hold her in his arms, so he tried not to look at her, speaking coldly, "Miss Song, in the first round of PK, you ranked 11th, but the supervisory body found that soone was cheating; thus, their participation was revoked, and you moved up from 11th to 10th place."
"I hope you can perform well in this competition, cherish this hard-earned opportunity to participate, and cook sothing worth tasting, rather than so lackluster... uninspired dishes."
"..."
His remarks undoubtedly revealed an underlying aning to the other contestants. Could it be that Song Song had a dispute with President Xiao of the Xiao Group?
Otherwise, why would he criticize her so directly in front of so many people...
Song Song bit her lip, her small hands hanging at her sides tightly clenched, her fingertips poking into the delicate flesh of her palms. She admitted that the fried rice she made in the previous competition round was too simple, but it wasn’t a dish unfit for the competition, nor was it unintentional.
That fried rice carried mories from her childhood; her mother wanted her to have a better quality of life, worked several part-ti jobs, and had no ti to cook her a al.
Fried rice, the most convenient and sothing she liked to eat.
She wanted to retort, but the pain in her abdon was truly unbearable, and in the end, she could only open her mouth anxiously under the gaze of many, "Xiao, President Xiao, I want to go to the restroom first."
Only then did Xiao Jinghuai notice the girl seed a bit unusual, her originally clear eyes were clouded with a thin layer of mist, making his gaze slightly darken.
"Alright."
"Thank you."
Song Song hurriedly ran away; she really couldn’t hold on any longer, as she was holding back and running at the sa ti, her movents looked extrely ridiculous.
The other competitors burst into laughter.
At this mont, Qiao Yu laughed with a blend of elegance and cunning, huh! Now is just the beginning.
Listening to the malicious laughter behind her, Song Song couldn’t care less, quickly rushing into the restroom, tears of grievance slowly streaming down her little face.
Did he hate her that much?
Hate her enough to make her embarrassed in front of so many people.
.....
When Song Song ca out of the restroom, she returned to the original spot looking exhausted, but by then, there was no one left, not even any staff to be found.
Song Song wandered aimlessly around the villa; she didn’t know where to go. She wanted to call him and ask where they had gone.
Thinking about his attitude toward her earlier made her feel stifled, completely unable to muster the courage to do so.
The abdominal pain was still vaguely present, but it was much more tolerable than before. Song Song continued to rub it as she searched.
But this villa was just too big, and aside from the area they previously occupied, every part seed the sa. Besides, she couldn’t tell one direction from another, so it all felt like she was navigating a maze.
"Where have they gone?"
"What should I do now?"
"..."
Just then, a door to a certain room opened, and Song Song didn’t have ti to react before being dragged into that room, pressed directly against the door panel, unable to move.
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