The expressions of the crowd subtly changed; everyone felt embarrassed on behalf of Sang Ning.
After all, everyone else received praise, while only Sang Ning was singled out for criticism.
If someone with a more fragile heart experienced this, they'd probably have red-rimmed eyes of grievance by now.
But Sang Ning acted composed—neither embarrassed nor aggrieved.
After all, acting wasn't her strong suit; Ma Liheng was the professional here.
She wasn't so conceited as to be unable to accept advice from a professional.
So, Sang Ning lowered her stance and humbly inquired, "Mr. Ma, could you point out specifically which part you found awkward? Could you elaborate?"
Ma Liheng froze for a moment; he hadn't expected Sang Ning to have such strong psychological resilience.
No crying from grievance, no sharp rebuttals either.
In truth, if asked to clearly state which aspect of Sang Ning's performance was awkward, he wouldn't know how to explain.
"Ahem—"
