Forget about my stomach for now; I need to focus on singing.
Dumpling stood in the center of the stage, all the lights and gazes fixated on her.
She was a secretary. Under normal circumstances, she had to walk behind the leader. She could only rush ahead when opening the elevator or car door to let the leader know she was there, while also ensuring it was best if others didn't know she was present.
But now she stood at the very front, feeling a bit scared, yet also somewhat excited.
The prelude started. Where's Li Qi? Didn't he come to listen to me sing tonight? Where did he go?
"Where did the Fortress Lord go? When will he be back?" Wu Yongchao sat at home, chin in hand, a worried frown on his face.
Home Cultivator Li Zhijuan said, "If that fake Foreign Devil actually defeats the Fortress Lord, are we going to follow his lead from now on?"
Home Cultivator Hu Fangyuan said, "What else can we do? He's challenged us right to our doorstep."
