"Damn, I knew it would turn out like this."
"The production team played us again."
The guests cursed under their breath, complaining about the production team's tricks, while very much in sync, they all shifted their gaze to Sang Ning.
Song Shiye, clearly concerned for Sang Ning, suggested, "Sister Sangsang, it's still early in the process. You have time to switch to another design if you want. If it's hard to execute, I can help you—I've been getting a better grasp of it myself."
Sang Ning was already chiseling away at the ice block with a small shovel. She blew off the residual ice chips on the surface, looked up, and reassured Song Shiye with a quick glance. "No worries, I have my own sales strategy. Just focus on refining your own ice sculpture."
