Yan Lu's gaze swept past Leng Yunyang, who was sitting by the aisle, almost forgetting about this person.
Could it be that this young master didn't snag a single medal? That'd be a bit pitiful.
The one presenting the silver medal was the chairman of the committee, a refined man in his forties.
Hanging the medal personally around Yu Ruohuan's neck, the man lowered his voice and smiled, "Miss Yu, congratulations."
Behind the polished exterior hid a heart eager to please.
However, this time, his flattery hit the wrong note. Yu Ruohuan glanced at him expressionlessly, her eyelids lowering.
The man, met with indifference, awkwardly handed her the certificate and moved on to the next recipient.
The silver medalist announcement by the chairman had everyone speculating what level of authority would present the gold medal.
Once the silver medalist stepped off the stage, the event transitioned to the most exhilarating moment of the day.
