Mu Qiu's gaze instinctively searched for Cheng Zhirang.
He stood in the "patriarch's" position, looking at her with a gentle smile, tall and elegantly poised.
Mu Qiu quickly withdrew her gaze, took the "air microphone" from Guan Yu's hand, exaggeratedly cleared her throat, and adapted well to this sudden segment.
"Actually—"
She first sighed, stretched her hand towards Ye Mian, then held Ye Mian's hand, while Ye Mian held Guan Yu's hand. The three of them stepped forward a bit and stood hand in hand.
Then, with fists formed and held to their mouths, their voices and expressions were full of emotion.
"Actually, I didn't want to come up and speak. After all, the champion's speech can sometimes indeed bring pressure to the other groups."
Shu Ran: "Then hurry up and come down."
Li Yang: "I couldn't stand it after the first sentence."
