Ming Han curled his lips into a smile that had a hint of wickedness. Seeing this, even Lin Li, a woman in her thirties or forties, couldn't help but feel her heartbeat quicken. Damn, he's truly a lady-killer...
"Those who are too psychologically fragile don't belong in this circle. Upholding my responsibility to protect our country's young buds, I give them a preemptive shot of strength. I'm doing a good deed, hehe."
Lin Li: You make a good point, I am at a loss for words.
The next contestant took the stage, a tall and skinny youth. He was dressed in a black T-shirt, black leather jacket, and black ripped jeans. A shiny silver chain hung around his neck, and a black cap shaded half his face. Holding a guitar, he stood in the center of the stage, in front of the microphone.
His slender hand grasped the mic. Under the spotlight, his long, bony fingers were incredibly striking, far from what a girl's hand should be, thought Lin Li, who couldn't take her eyes off them.
