Yu Xiaochun hesitated a little.
Especially when she saw that everyone in the arena was already in position; if she delayed things, it might affect the entire team's score.
But if she went back to the arena now, those VIP tickets for the recital would probably be wasted…
She struggled for a few seconds, a flash of resolve passing through her eyes. She lifted her head and said to the woman in red, "No need. Thank you, but I have to get back to the competition. As for the recital, I'll go support you some other time if I have time, I'll just buy a regular ticket."
With that, she headed for the arena without any hesitation.
The woman in red raised her brows in surprise, inwardly letting out a cold laugh: Yu Xiaochun, have you forgotten how you and Yao Dazhuang used to fawn over me? And now you're pretending to be all high and mighty, you don't even want the VIP ticket I'm deigning to give you? Heh, you fair‑weather bitch, no morals at all.
