Sheng Qianxia snapped back to the present and answered the call.
"Hello? Mom? What's up?"
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she tilted her head a little, pretending not to look at Gong Beiyao.
However, she felt his gaze had never left her...
Her heart was pounding.
On the other end of the line, Ou Manhui said, "For the upcoming Eurasian annual gala, Yimo was supposed to perform the finale, but her finger is injured and hasn't healed yet. Your grandfather suggested you take the finale spot. Can you prepare for it?"
"What?" Sheng Qianxia could hardly believe her ears. "Me? The finale? How can I do that? I've never participated in such an event."
She had heard of the Eurasian annual gala, a very grand banquet that most people couldn't even get into. Even Ou Yimo only qualified this year. And now it's suddenly her?
