Sheng Shi slightly bent forward and was about to turn to step down from the stage when suddenly the tightly closed doors of the banquet hall were forcefully pushed open from the outside.
The force with which the doors were pushed open made a loud noise.
Everyone paused their applause, turned their heads, and looked towards the source of the sound.
Wang Jiayi, dressed in a luxurious evening gown, stood there with a slightly indifferent expression.
Her gaze swept across the people in the banquet hall, and without caring about the diverse expressions on the faces watching her, she directly walked in her high heels towards the stage where Sheng Shi was standing.
Perhaps everyone was taken by surprise, and for a moment, no one stopped Wang Jiayi, so she easily stood at the center of the stage.
She looked around, then saw the microphone in Sheng Shi's hand, and reached out to snatch the microphone away from him.
