"Sure, do as you please."
Lu Fengxuan stood behind Jiujiu, her hands resting on her daughter's shoulders, with an indifferent tone.
She didn't care about winning first place in this talent competition; participation was just to make the two little ones happy.
At that moment, Jiujiu tugged at her hand, signaling her to squat down.
Lu Fengxuan squatted down, and Jiujiu leaned in to whisper in her ear:
"Mommy, that's Xian Zilong's mother. She's so fierce. I saw her make Xian Zilong cry, and she keeps speaking foreign languages to us, which is so annoying. You mustn't lose to her."
Lu Fengxuan's gaze shifted slightly, staring at the arrogant Mrs. Xian for a few seconds, and responded proudly to her daughter:
"Can't lose."
Those three simple words resonated, and Jiujiu looked up at her mommy. Her eyes, like black grapes, sparkled with joy and excitement.
Her mommy must be the most formidable!
Hmph, Xian Zilong's mother wouldn't stand a chance!