Aorong didn't care whether she could win the title or not. It didn't mean anything to her. But seeing Fang Ming so happy gave her some comfort.
This leader may be able to help Fang Ming regain a foothold in the family and have a chance to stand out again.
With so many things happening in the second room, there is finally one good thing that can wash away the shadows of the past few days.
After a long time, the applause slowly subsided. Mr. Ding asked with a smile, "Miss Fang Qian, as usual, I also want to ask, who do you want to marry?"
Aorong was startled, this is the added value of the leader, she will also get this right, but...
A mischievous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, her eyes drifted over the faces of everyone in the audience, and then slowly floated around the stage. Even King Mo Ting, the eldest prince, and the second prince glanced over one by one.
She wanted to play a prank on these people, but she was so mean again!
Everyone is waiting with bated breath, and the heart is beating fast. King Mo Ting is also holding his heart, even though he knows it is impossible, he still has hope.
Mo Xuyao's face turned red even more, and he stared at her closely, wishing he could jump up and scream: Choose me!
This scene was once their common dream, and they had looked forward to it countless times, but finally at this time, everything was completely different, and it was no longer the same as before.
It's really sad to think about it. He knows that she doesn't have any feelings for him now, maybe she's a little bit annoying, but his feelings haven't changed. He still loves her so much, still wants to marry her, and still wants to be with her for the rest of his life.
The cruelest thing in the world is that that person no longer loves you and has moved away, but you are still waiting for her and loving her.
Maybe Aorong delayed a little too long, Mr. Ding said with a smile, "Miss Fang Qian hasn't thought about it yet, okay?"
He couldn't think of a lucky guy she would favor. In the past, most of the choices made by those women were King Mo Ting. But since she is so uncontested and doesn't care about power, there may be some jaw-dropping candidates.
"Oh, I..." Aorong was about to tell the truth.
Suddenly a familiar male voice sounded, "Rong'er"'s voice was as affectionate as the sea, with a hint of trembling.
Aorong's body was shaken as if struck by lightning. He seemed to be in a dream and did not dare to look up. This was...