The poised, socialite’s smile on Situ Qingshan's lips had barely formed when the name registered. The expression froze.
W-what?
Mu Xia??
She couldn't have heard that right.
A wave of low murmurs rippled through the audience.
“Who’s Mu Xia?”
“Isn’t Situ Qingshan the champion? Why isn’t she the spokesperson? I thought Deep Night Coffee House always picked the winner.”
“And even if they didn’t, shoul
















