"Come on, Boss Qiao!"
"Come on, Boss Qiao!"
Below the stage, someone took the lead and immediately a multitude echoed, forming a neat rhythm.
Ye Qiao pressed her lips tightly, struggling to control her emotions.
She couldn't cry, nor did she want to.
It was just a competition, after all. She, Ye Qiao, had never been afraid of anyone; how could she lose to such a despicable woman?
"I believe I have the ability to be a qualified host. I don't necessarily have to rely on this competition to prove myself. In the future, I'll show you all!"
Even if she won, she wanted it to be by her own strength.
She took a deep breath and clenched her fist, raising her right hand.
"There are some things I can compromise on, but there are others that I will never give up on. Friends, for example, or my beloved career as a host, or you who support and truly love me. We'll see each other again. I promise you, I will stand on my own stage in the future. Thank you, goodbye!"
