Marcus was the first to speak with a cold warning. "This is the academic field, not a stage for political governance."
Antipathy rose in everyone's hearts.
Was he embarrassing others or trying to embarrass himself by saying such inappropriate things in this setting??
"Tsk, it's just a joke. Miss Y.G. can't possibly not appreciate it, right?"
The guest said word by word with a smile, "This is the Farizk Prize. Everyone needs such a prestigious award to make their name in history."
With that said…
On the second floor, a trace of ruthlessness flashed past Tan Nan's eyes. His fingers caressed the black and cold wooden gun as he tried his best to suppress something.
Suddenly.
The people in the first row stood up.
It was an unbelievably young and beautiful girl. Her bright eyes were wild and arrogant. It was obvious that she was not someone to be provoked.
At this moment!
