"Tang Tang~"
Shen Siyuan gently called into the microphone, his voice laced with deliberate tenderness—this call was performed not so much for Tang Tang but for the guests watching from below the stage.
But Tang Tang seemed to receive the signal, timely lifting her head, her sparkling eyes immediately locking onto Shen Siyuan, her face blossoming into a simple smile. She responded softly, "han~"
Shen Siyuan gestured for her to come forward quickly. Tang Tang, butt round and pouty, climbed up using both her hands and feet.
Just then, someone below the stage let out a low "huh?"—everyone's gaze focused there, only to see in Tang Tang's little hand, at some unknown moment, had appeared an object: a glittering golden bracelet, reflecting dazzling light under the lamps.
"Did she have that thing in her hand just now?" Someone couldn't help but nudging the person beside them, their tone full of confusion.
