The gentle jazz music continued to flow in the banquet hall.
The "Mystery Box" segment on the main stage was already set up.
One by one, the mystery boxes were piled in a specially arranged area, waiting to be opened.
Xu Qing stood there, staring with large dark eyes in the direction of the bar area.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a
What is happening?
All she did was help Jing with some "backroom dealings," secretly putting the gift Tang Song prepared into the "must-choose area."
But upon returning, it was as if the atmosphere had flipped the script.
Guests who originally hadn't noticed any movement in this direction now sensed a strange silence and stopped their actions, walking over quickly.
The noise gradually quieted down.
The frozen atmosphere, like an invisible layer of ice, began spreading from the corner of the bar across the entire venue.
