Gu Xiaoer heard her name, pulled her small hand from Han Luoli's large palm, and was about to stand up to go on stage, but——she was stopped by the man's long arm.
"I didn't see her sincerity, let's do it again," the man said in a steady voice.
"Hiss——" Another collective gasp echoed from the audience.
Guo Ting clenched her lips tightly, the man's words, neither high nor low, reached her ears, exerting a tremendous pressure. She wished she could just throw the microphone away and never appear on this stage again.
The longer she stood there, the more she seemed like a huge joke, subject to everyone's mockery.
The dazzling halos that once surrounded her had all turned into merciless taunts, mocking her every nerve ending.
She had been so hopeful, so foolishly waiting for the arrival of the President of Shenghan, but she didn't expect his arrival to bring not glory, but disaster and humiliation!
