There were so many elderly grandpas and grandmas at the event, it really shouldn't have fallen on Zhong Lingling, a young lady in her early twenties, no matter how the line was arranged.
Suddenly, she felt cheated, and what's worse, it was such a low-level trick; Zhong Lingling felt utterly embarrassed.
She slunk away from the stage, looking around and thinking to herself, thankfully there's no one I know here.
Looking down, damn, her arms had been bruised by the surging crowd, and her pumps were covered with black and dirty footprints. Her neatly tied-up hair had also been messed up by someone.
Zhong Lingling, hot and bothered, hid under a big tree near the stage to fix her hair.
Just as she was taking off her hair tie, someone suddenly patted her shoulder.
Zhong Lingling turned around and saw that the person was none other than the host on the stage just now.
