At this moment, Nangong Que, who had spent a whopping two hundred million to purchase media outlets, had all his retinue of reporters taking aim at the subject of their fourth group - a pig that was currently nuzzling up against Yan Ling's leg.
The pig, who was trapped in a cage, was oblivious to its impending tragic fate.
It was still gratefully rubbing against the legs of the person who saved its life.
Yan Ling couldn't bear to see its innocent and clueless appearance.
Right at the moment when the committee of the grand competition was ready to pounce, she shouted, "Wait a minute!"
Lin Jinxiang was unsure of Yan Ling's thoughts at that moment and could only ask cautiously, "Miss Yan, do you have any objections?"
"Can I do it myself?" Yan Ling said.
She knew that if she was going to conduct the dissection, she would definitely face more doubt.