Lunch was at the hotel buffet restaurant.
On one side were Mo Qingya and more than twenty others who had already performed; regardless of whether they advanced to the next round or were eliminated, the tension had temporarily ended, and everyone was eating, chatting, and having a great time.
On the other side, more than seventy people who were to perform in the afternoon could barely eat a bite.
Only Ye Wan and Xi Lingxin, along with Jiang Keer and Fang Siyao, who stuck to Ye Wan like a tail, spoke softly among themselves.
Although they sat together, it seemed as if an invisible wall divided them into two separate worlds.
One side was lively while the other was silent.
The division was clear.
Mo Qingya was originally in high spirits.
But when she looked up and saw Fang Siyao, who always laughed like a flower when talking to Ye Wan, the smile on her face gradually faded away.
Traitor!!!
She glanced at Ye Wan again, feeling even more displeased.
"Hey, Ye Wan..."
