The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

Seeing that Sang Ran was really angry, Yu Zhou took his hand out of his pocket and touched his nose awkwardly: "Didn't I say that I'm not good with my hands?"

And he lied to her with such words.

Sang Ran didn't have the chance to question him on the stage just now. His model drawing was so straight and neat that it could be used directly as a template.

Despite such proficiency, he said that he was not very skilled and could not even make a basic pattern for a garment.

Sang Ran began to think about Yu Zhou's intention. Did she offend him? Or did someone deliberately let him come to ruin Sang Ran's business?

Both situations are obviously far-fetched, but apart from that, Sang Ran really can't think of any other reason.

Yu Zhou looked at Sang Ran's expression and felt that he had gone too far. He finally softened his attitude: "We are here just to run with you. What's the point of being so serious?"

"I am your teammate, please respect me!"

She looks so nonchalant again. It's obvious that she came to the competition to get the due rewards, test her own achievements, and improve her status in the fashion circle.

But he said one thing and did another, comforting himself that he didn't care, as if this could confuse his personal strength. When he failed in the end, he blamed it on his unwillingness to win rather than his lack of ability.

Sang Ran retorted: "Whether it is useful or not is not up to your personal wishes. The whole world does not revolve around you. I also have my own goals. If you think it is useless, then don't come to participate in the competition."

Yu Zhou's face changed, and he became angry at Sang Ran's words: "Whether I come or not has nothing to do with you. This is my own personal wish. It was you who asked me to form a team!"

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked across a row of seats toward the door.

The two of them became friends after only meeting each other once. There is a huge difference in their personalities. Sang Ran has tried her best to understand his thoughts, but still can't stand his negative attitude.

The game had just begun, but it seemed to foreshadow failure.

Sang Ran was sitting in her seat, surrounded by people, but she seemed out of place.

Her hope for life had just been raised, but in the blink of an eye she was dealt a heavy blow. She just wanted to fight for herself through her own efforts, why was it so difficult?

The cell phone was confiscated and Sang Ran could not watch the online voting. After the second group's competition, the game was suspended and all the contestants and mentors left to go out for lunch.

Xin Beibei originally wanted to eat with Sang Ran, but she refused on the grounds that she had no appetite.

Sang Ran sat alone in the studio, there was no one around.

She set a fixed time for herself to digest her emotions, and now that the time was up, she needed to think of a countermeasure.

Isn't he just a rubbish teammate? Sang Ran has never been a coward in her life. Whenever she is in a desperate situation, she will have the emotions that a normal person should have, but as long as she is given a chance to breathe, she will cheer up again.

Anything that doesn't kill her will eventually make her stronger.

She will save herself from danger again and again.

Now that Yu Zhou can no longer be relied upon, she has to make two plans.

The first one is to let him be a nominal teammate like today, and Sang Ran will complete the design draft by himself.

As long as she is mentally prepared in advance, she should perform better than today's emergency, but she will also have to bear some pressure accordingly.

Another possibility is to find a way to negotiate with the organizer to turn the team battle into her individual battle, and she will be the only one to write the entire 60-minute battle.

This plan is also difficult to implement, regardless of whether the organizers agree or not. Even if they agree, other contestants may feel that it is unfair.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a slight sound from the chair next to me.

Sang Ran looked up and saw the person she least wanted to see was sitting there.

Li Chuchu finally found an opportunity to be alone with Sang Ran. She had an uncomfortable smile on her face and her voice was full of hypocritical concern:

"Sister, is the competition difficult?"

"There's no one here, just say it if you have something to say." Sang Ran replied indifferently.

Li Chuchu curled her lips in disdain: "Nothing else, but I still need to tell you about the family affairs first. After all, you have a certain right to know."

"The Sang family's affairs have nothing to do with me." Sang Ran reminded.

"Sis." Li Chuchu climbed onto her arm and closed the distance between them. "There's no need for us to be so awkward. All the things that happened before were misunderstandings. In the end, we're still a family after all. Don't you think so?"

Sang Ran pulled his hand away expressionlessly.

"You should have heard about Dad's situation. My parents are getting a divorce now, and that woman outside insisted on coming into our house, otherwise she would abort the child."

Li Chuchu finally said two true words.

Sang Ran sneered and said with a hint of sarcasm: "You are really careless. Your parents are about to get divorced and you still want to come to the competition."

"I..." Li Chuchu choked, and then coaxed Sang Ran in a gentle voice, "I'm not doing this for myself. Think about it, if that woman outside really comes home and gives birth to a son, the Sang family's property will really have nothing to do with us."

"I'm thinking that we should make peace and unite against each other."

Sang Ran stared at her intently, as if he wanted to stare a hole into her.

She chuckled and lifted her arm: "Here, it's the one you put a snake in my room when you first came back. You locked me up with the snake for a whole night, and it bit my arm. Because I didn't treat it in time, it left a bruise that won't go away."

Li Chuchu:......

"Here, you pretended to be sick and asked me to pour you a cup of boiling water, but when you took it, you pretended that your hands were unsteady and spilled it all over me."

Sang Ran lifted up her other arm. The burns there had been almost completely treated by her, with only a few faint marks still remaining.

She laughed sarcastically: "How dare you say that we can turn hostility into friendship?"

There are countless similar things, big and small, piling up like a mountain, and Sang Ran remembers every one of them in his heart.

Why didn't Li Chuchu come to settle the score with her as soon as he was released from prison? She knew that she was the one who made the mistake first, and she was used to the back and forth calculations between the two of them, so she quietly waited for the next good opportunity to take action.

The smile on her face froze for a moment, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Even if you don't want to fight for yourself, don't you care about grandma anymore?"

Sang Ran said, "Grandma, I can take care of her myself."

Li Chuchu was slightly stunned when she heard this, and seemed to understand something. She suddenly laughed out loud, and the voice was filled with endless joy: "I have already advised you, you should take care of yourself."

She stood up slowly and brushed off the non-existent dust on her body:

"You won't make it through the first round of this competition. Do you believe it?"

Sang Ran looked her up and down, his eyes showing contempt without hiding it: "Just you? How dare you say such things to me?"

"Yes, I will. Let's wait and see if you don't believe me."

She was ready to watch Sang Ran fall into the abyss step by step, and she was really impatient.