Huo Sining tossed the rose in his hand to the audience below, and with a few quick turns, he pulled a large bunch of vibrant, dewy roses out of his hat—as if they had just been picked fresh in the morning.
An abrupt burst of applause rose, and Huo Sining winked playfully at Du Yan Lin in the corner, flashing a sly smile.
Du Yanlin's face darkened, but her eyes remained firmly fixed on Huo Sining.
"You may have brought the roses back, but the pigeons have flown away. I'd like to see what you'll do about that."
It seemed that Huo Sining had guessed what Du Yanlin was thinking. He tossed the large bunch of roses he held into the audience as well, and the surrounding women screamed and scrambled to catch them, leaving none behind.
Immediately after, Huo Sining picked up the whistle hanging around his neck and blew into it.
Soon, a white pigeon flew out of Huo Sining's black hat.
