The staff member saw Ming Jing hand the microphone to the host, a slight curve forming at the corner of his lips before quickly disappearing.
He walked straight to Ming Jing and handed her the microphone in his hand.
Ming Jing naturally reached out and took it.
To the audience, all of this seemed perfectly normal.
All of a sudden, the staff member stepped back, raising his head to reveal muddy eyes filled with malicious intent, reminiscent of a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
With his back to the audience and the live camera, only Ming Jing could see him.
The host had yet to notice.
The girl in front of the camera maintained a gentle and composed demeanor, but the depths of her eyes suddenly darkened, like a seemingly bottomless pool, exuding a mesmerizing allure.
"Damn you, die!" The man yelled, and suddenly pulled out a glass bottle from his pocket, twisting open the cap...
