Yuan Ruxin suddenly stood up.
"What kind of joke is this? Did you make a mistake? This Zhizhi is only four and a half years old. How could she possibly win an award?"
How good could a poem written by a child be?
Yuan Ruxin's eyes betrayed an undeniable jealousy.
Bai Zhi'er chimed in softly, "Yeah, how could it be me who won? I just handed in a blank piece of paper!"
This remark left everyone around them in shock.
Yuan Ruxin was also stunned. "A blank paper?"
The shopkeepers exchanged looks, all frowning in confusion.
The waiter quickly held up the paper signed by Zhizhi for all the guests to see.
"How could it be blank? Every word here is a classic."
Bai Zhi'er immediately tiptoed forward, took a look, and said, "These aren't my words."
The four shopkeepers hurriedly gathered around. "How could this be? If it's not the young miss's poem, then how could it be signed with her name?"
Bai Zhi'er blinked her big round black eyes, "I don't know either."
