In the room, the other few people's faces showed various expressions, the woman looking somewhat embarrassed, but the three men were visibly excited. To witness such a performance would undoubtedly be thrilling, especially when the performer was a beautiful host like Li Xinyue—it gave the men a sense of accomplishment, even if it wasn't happening to them personally, simply witnessing it was enough.
"No!" Li Xinyue suddenly stood up. Since Song Ziqiao had been so direct, maintaining a smiling facade was utterly useless.
"Do you really not want to be a host anymore?" Song Ziqiao didn't move, but stared at Li Xinyue with a sinister look.
Li Xinyue bit her lip and took a deep breath before responding, "Young Master Song, I admit, I've always wanted to climb higher. I aspire to be a more celebrated host—it's been a dream of mine..."
