Below the stage, Qin Lang had a sinister smile on his face.
These reporters were all invited by him to make Zhao Man feel pressured.
Zhao Man said nothing.
A moment later.
The reporters at the scene were invited away.
Zhao Man also returned backstage. She washed her knives and packed her tools.
Just as she was about to leave, a man with a briefcase walked over and sized Zhao Man up. "Tsk tsk, you're indeed a beauty."
Zhao Man lowered her head and did not hear him.
Shi Wei walked over. "Ms. Zhao Man, this is my business card. I'm the staff member who organized this competition and also the vice president of the corporation. I want to talk to you about the competition."
Zhao Man took the business card. "Alright, please wait a moment."
Shi Wei brought Zhao Man to the technology building next door. The two of them took the elevator straight to the seventh floor and walked into the vice president's office.