Sitting on the sofa, holding the tea brewed by Chiang Xiao's father, Liu Guoying realized he had taken on an incredibly difficult task.
The two men sitting in front of him were almost equally outstanding, although they were of different types, both brought significant psychological pressure to him.
That brat, she actually has such an impressive father.
Liu Guoying wanted to cough again.
"Teacher Liu, please have some tea. If your throat feels uncomfortable, this tea can relieve it a lot," said Ah Liu.
His politeness still made Liu Guoying feel noticeably pressured.
"Alright, alright."
Liu Guoying could only take a few more sips of tea before he said, "Xiao Chiang has finished the competition, I'm here to report the good news to you."
"Little won, didn't she?" Meng Xinian's statement was actually affirmative.
He always believed Chiang Xiao could win.
With her talent, she could win even without the Magic Brush.
