Ouyang grabbed Tian Feifei's hand in the morning and shook his head.

"It's all right. Are you full? It's a little cold outside. If we're full, shall we go back first?

Ouyang bowed his head tomorrow morning and asked Tian Feifei for his opinion.

"I have no problem, but don't you wait for the last award? So those people will have ideas."

Tian Feifei thought it was strange that they were the last prizes.

"Nothing. At this time, everyone is thinking about getting such a big prize. Who's going to pay attention to me?"

Ouyang said tomorrow morning, took Tian Feifei's hand, turned around and left.

Not many people really...