"Give us a piece, come on, just one piece..."
"Crash!"
Applause, cheers, and jeers intertwined, forming a tidal wave, forcing Han Lie to step into the spotlight.
Our Brother Lie, being naturally low-key, wasn't keen on showing off like this.
But in this situation, there's really no way out...
Who can understand, my dear friends?
The pretentious God... ahem, low-key Lie smiled lightly and shook his head, looking rather helpless.
He gave Fang Yuan a deep glance, then amidst Fang Yuan's barely concealed anxiety, casually took the microphone and stepped forward.
As Han Lie passed by Fang Yuan, he left a warning in a voice neither too loud nor too soft.
"I don't like being arranged by others, and you're not qualified to... don't let this happen again."
Damn!
Fang's face turned so black with rage that it felt like an elephant had stomped on his chest, causing intense pain and suffocation.
This pretentious bastard!
