Qiao Xi was momentarily stunned, the only guest in the entire venue.
Shen Dang chuckled, his voice calm but with a hint of mirth, "Teacher Qiao is as beautiful as ever on camera."
As he watched her pink lips, he felt an impulse stir within him, and his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed.
A dark shadow flickered in his peach-blossom eyes.
Yet Qiao Xi didn't notice his unusual behavior, her attention was on his words, he was praising people straightforwardly now.
Not even bothering to be indirect.
Qiao Xi feigned calm, averted her gaze, and said expressionlessly, "You should look at your phone instead."
Why bother praising her out of the blue?
"Right."
There were still some things that Shen Dang needed to handle as the show went live.
He only looked up at the television as a clear, elegant voice resonated, drawing his attention.
