Isabella bowed 90 degrees in the direction where Paige left and picked up the microphone with some guilt.
"I'm sorry, Master Quinn. I was ignorant and offended you just now. You modified it very well. It's my own problem that I didn't get nine points."
Paige returned to her seat, and her clear eyes fell on Isabella.
Her voice passed through the microphone and reached everyone's ears word by word.
"On the stage, nationality or friendship is not what the jury considers. It's your work that matters. As long as your design can amaze us, then you will get a high score."
As a judge, she still had some professional ethics. She would not take revenge for personal grudges.
"Focus on your next competition. There are still two rounds. Everything is possible."
Everyone was amazed by Paige's manner and magnanimity, and they began to applaud.