Guo Ting's voice fell, and the whole venue quieted down.
Gu Xiaoer looked around suspiciously, her mind puzzled. Da Luoluo had already agreed not to come; at most, someone else would be sent in her place.
Because of her words, so many people were disappointed. She bashfully pursed her lips, and it was as if she were stealthily chuckling.
The venue was silent for three seconds.
"Whoosh—"
Then, suddenly, applause erupted within the theater, like a sudden mountain torrent, deafeningly resonant. Everyone seemed to clap with all their might, welcoming that exalted presence with the greatest enthusiasm.
Huh?
Gu Xiaoer was startled and began to feel uneasy. Could it be that Da Luoluo really would come?
Under the ceaseless applause and the dazzling spotlight, a long red carpet was stretched out on the stage, as if guiding the arrival of a noble Emperor.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...
