Rong Zhi, amidst countless cheers, took the microphone handed to her by the commentator, her cold white slender index finger lightly resting on her thin lips, emitting a very soft and low syllable.
"Shh."
Her serene voice spread throughout the venue through the microphone.
Everyone quieted down because of this sound.
After a brief moment of surprise, they imitated her gesture, placing a finger on their lips, letting out a soft "shh."
The whole place fell silent.
The commentator and the photographer next to her froze.
They probably had never seen such a grand scene, regardless of whether the spectators inside were her fans, at this moment, they all chose to be silent.
The commentator's hand trembled repeatedly holding the microphone.
Perhaps, it's because she is Little Ying God.
Only she could have such a great influence and appeal.
