Seeing Yang Fan in such an embarrassed state, Yuan Shanshan had a different attitude and seriously said to him: "Brother Fan, this is your moment to shine, and you can earn fifty thousand yuan too!"
Earn my ass. If Yang Fan wasn't heartbroken about the fifty thousand yuan that Shanshan casually tossed away, he wouldn't even consider going on stage.
"Why don't you go up?" Yang Fan retorted.
Seeing that Yang Fan still disagreed, Yuan Shanshan glared at him with her beautiful eyes: "Whatever, I've already signed you up, so let the fifty thousand yuan go to waste." After saying this, she leisurely drank her beer, no longer paying attention to Yang Fan.
While Yang Fan was still undecided, on the stage, a sexy female host holding a microphone, wearing an ultra-short skirt that many men lusted after, strutted towards the center of the stage, microphone in hand, and loudly announced: "Please welcome with warm applause, tonight's challenger, Yang Fan, to the stage."
