Uncle Zhang’s clapping felt like a drumroll before a duel—his suspenders tight, his grin wider than his intentions. Meanwhile, Aunt Lin’s pearl necklace stayed perfectly still, even as her lips trembled. The real drama wasn’t on stage; it was in the hallway glances, the tightened fists, the way the ‘runaway princess’ held her trophy like armor. This isn’t just an awards night—it’s a battlefield dressed in couture. 💼⚔️