Upon hearing this, Yan Xinxin perked up with curiosity, eager to listen.
Everyone here was a professional in the same industry, and she genuinely wanted to hear some professional opinions and evaluations.
"I think her work is childish and downright incompetent!"
Yan Xinxin was humbly waiting for professional feedback, but unexpectedly, this was what she got.
"I also find her work totally hideous! I can't understand why so many people voted for her!"
"She must've paid for fake supporters! Such trashy, low-level work—how could it get so many votes?"
"Exactly!"
Several women dressed flamboyantly were united in their disdain for Yan Xinxin, who was currently ranked first in popularity.
She raised her eyes to glance at them—these women ridiculing her didn't look graceful at all in their sneering.
"Who knows where this newcomer suddenly came from, daring to buy votes and surpass me? If it weren't for her, I'd be number one in popularity!"
