But An Ran directly told her that her man hoped she would shine.
Huang Xiaoyu felt a breath stuck in her chest, almost choking.
Seeing Huang Xiaoyu's face turning pale, An Ran found it amusing; her skills were far inferior to Wang Xia's.
"What? With the chance to show off in front of everyone, what program does Miss Huang plan to present?"
An Ran adjusted her posture, comfortably sitting in the chair and sizing up Huang Xiaoyu in front of her.
Huang Xiaoyu felt uneasy under her intense gaze, feeling as if she had been stripped bare, exposed completely.
Finally, she coughed lightly to steady herself, "As a teacher, how could I go on stage like a peacock performing? It would make students and parents laugh."
"Oh, really?" An Ran sneered lightly, "I thought Miss Huang would seize the opportunity, after all, heroes deserve admiration, and beauties deserve affection."
