"That's old man Shen. I don't know the woman next to him. It is said that they are from Kyoto. Those little girls are Mingjing's younger martial sisters. That's Mrs. Jiang. The one in yellow is Mingjing's good friend Tao Xingxing. The old man in gray is grandma Zhu, and then Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu..."

Song yinzhang whispered to Qu Feitai that the people in the front row were basically Mingjing's relatives and friends.

Qu Feitai nodded and wrote it down one by one in his heart.

Mingchen took a picture of the scene with his mobile phone, Po went to the microblog, and the accompanying text: we must win [come on]

Now the biggest heat on the Internet is Jiangzhou Marseille, and major forums have also made bets. Although Mingjing is famous, she is not convincing enough to win the race.

Mingchen often mixed with microblogs and had a small group of fans. As soon as the microblog was sent out, someone recognized her. This was the VIP audience of the horse farm in the western suburb of Jiangzhou, kneeling and licking in the comment area.

Mingchen hooked his lips, turned his head and looked at the huge audience behind him. These people came for the second sister. As the second sister's sister, she had capacity.

Suddenly, Mingchen's eyes were frozen on the qufeitai and lifted up her lips. She smiled confidently. There is no doubt that she is the champion.