"Liliya, Liliya! Kiana actually invited Theresa as outside help. That's way too underhanded! What are we going to do?"
Rosaliya took a deep breath, seemingly intending to win back the audience with her beautiful singing voice. Liliya hurriedly stopped her, afraid that an ancient god's howls would scare everyone away. Only after Rosaliya gradually calmed down did she let go.
"Singing won't bring back the audience we've lost. We need to pull something drastic."
"Pull something?"
Liliya seemed to have prepared for this long ago. She walked off the stage and beckoned Zhao Bai over. As the event organizer, Zhao Bai immediately stepped forward.
"What do you need me to provide?"
Liliya leaned close and whispered in his ear. Her youthful, delicate fragrance brushed against him, and Zhao Bai felt the murderous gazes of the Vodka Girls' supporters. Sitting on pins and needles, he nodded lightly as he listened.
"I can get it all ready for you."
The stone-smashing act continued. Theresa raised Judas and brought it down, terrified of hurting her niece and affecting the child's future breastfeeding.
She was sitting on pins and needles.
The people below the stage were still shouting that Theresa was the cutest in the world, interfering with the principal's wise judgment. It was simply too much. Every cry of "cute" was like a hammer striking Theresa's heart. The more enthusiastically they shouted, the deeper the wound.
This was too much!
Was "cute" what a principal was supposed to be called?
What about dignity?
What about the dignity belonging to an elder, a person of high status, a wielder of power?!
While Theresa's thoughts were in turmoil, Zhao Bai brought over what the twins needed: a table, a chair, a folding fan, and a pair of clappers. Liliya carried the large table to