"Shut the hell up, none of your business, get the fuck down," shouted a slightly plump woman as she quickly grabbed the host's arm and shoved her several meters away as soon as she began to speak.
Now on the vast stage, only Xu Ziqing remained, looking somewhat shell-shocked.
Three women circled her, and without a word, one of them reached out and fiercely slapped her cheek. Xu Ziqing stumbled backward, almost falling to the ground.
Thankfully, Xu Ziqing's quick reflexes allowed her to grab hold of a nearby piano, barely managing to stand up. However, her delicate makeup was now smudged, and her elegant updo had come undone, leaving her looking completely disheveled.
Xu Ziqing, clutching her swollen cheek and with tears in her eyes, appeared wronged yet full of fury. Grinding her teeth, she glared at the plump woman and cursed back.
"You crazy bitch! I don't even know you!"
