The gazes of the tens of thousands in the stadium were all trained on Xia Ling.
Xia Ling remained calm and composed under all their gazes and received the microphone from Sister Mai Na.
Keep acting, just keep acting. Xia Yu kept thinking maliciously. Ye Xingling, what do you plan on doing now? Pretend to accidentally drop the microphone such that it malfunctions? Don't worry, I will prepare many spare microphones just for you…
A small smile crept on the edge of Xia Yu's lips. She could already imagine the devastating impact this would have on "Ye Xingling."
However, in the next second her smile froze over.
Onstage, that fresh-looking girl in the long, silver-blue dress softly said, "Hello."
Even though it was just one word, but Xia Yu seemed like she had been struck by lightning. How was that possible?! This bitch was actually speaking?! Hadn't she already been poisoned mute?!
