The Literature Committee member's legs started trembling in an instant.
My dear mother, what kind of monster is this!
She's so strong!
"Now, are you going to talk?" Though the voice was childish and harmless, the Literature Committee member was scared into breaking out in a cold sweat.
He looked at the gravel fragments between her fingertips, gasping for air, his eyes filled with terror.
If a fight broke out later, wouldn't he lose half his life!
"I'll talk! I'll talk!"
The Literature Committee member instantly caved in.
With a hint of crying in his voice, he hugged his head, his fingers clutched in his hair: "I'm sorry, Xia Ningxing. It was indeed Xia Jiaojiao who made me do it. She knew I had relatives who were teachers in the city's middle schools, so switching your performance for the arts festival was a piece of cake."
"As for the benefit... she, she said if I registered you, she, she, she'd give me a kiss!"
