Sadam Vinson heard people behind him talking about Nathalie Quinlan, speaking words that were not nice to hear.
His temper was volatile, and it was hard for him to suppress the anger in his chest, the restless fury pressing on his brow and eyes, yet Sadam Vinson forcefully held it back.
Like these young masters who are used to running amok in Beijing, if it weren't for the special nature of today, he would have already started arguing with that gossiping man behind him.
But today, he managed to keep his anger down.
It was staring at the LED screen that displayed Nathalie Quinlan's unchanging score that he became somewhat agitated and asked the man next to him.
Amadeus Yancey's eyes also narrowed slightly, his arms crossed, sharing the same demeanor as Mr. Yancey, his eyes were extremely black, not looking at the screen but at the girl on the stage, and he said nonchalantly, "Wait a bit longer."