At this moment, the hearts of everyone were filled with nothing but shock, still shock!
Wang Yuheng had long since stopped.
He turned his head, staring at Huang Shansheng with an expressionless face!
He didn't understand!
The words Huang Shansheng had spoken earlier, weren't they directed at him?
Hadn't he said that Zhang Fan could never win against him no matter what?
But now!
What was Huang Shansheng saying to Zhang Fan?
A spot in the first-class studio?
And two of them at once?
Huh?
Why? Why would this happen!
The sketching pencil in Wang Yuheng's hand fell to the ground, and its black tip shattered with a pop!
Impossible, how could it be possible!
How could that guy Zhang Fan possibly catch Huang Shansheng's eye!
To become Huang Shansheng's disciple?
A boundless rage exploded in Wang Yuheng's chest.
His eyes began to turn blood-red, his teeth clenched tightly, he raised his hand, pointing at Zhang Fan!
