When Meng Shujing's eyes lit up, she then shook her head in disappointment, having no face to ask Yun Ya for help anymore.
She glanced at Yan Jin, eyes closed, as if he would never wake up again.
Even if it was for Jinjin, for Xuanxuan, she'd have to swallow her pride and ask for help.
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The next day, the international news' front page featured large photos of Yan Nanmo and Zhuang Xiyue, while Ji Yunya was also honored with a small section. She stood quietly and obediently beside Zhuang Xiyue, her features like a painting, exuding a pure elegance that seemed timeless.
Although many people focused on Yan Nanmo's movements, quite a few noticed Ji Yunya too. To appear on the international political page, what great luck this was.
Those waiting to see Ji Yunya's joke were now dumbfounded; not only did she not fall, she was on the rise. Look at this page, even Hollywood's top stars can't get on it. Her class, her level, must be number one in the country.
