"There you have it folks, I believe this is the best piece we've had as a ending piece, since 2015, Lin Shuang uproar. Thank you miss Y.L"
Lixue smiled as she bowed, the photographers taking shots furiously the papers, magazines and Weibo.
Mo Ran smiled slightly, what a marvelous sight it had been, turning to his assistant, he signaled him, to get up so they could slip out before anyone noticed.
Mo Ran's movements were smooth and calculated as he rose from his seat, his assistant following closely behind. While the audience remained fixated on Lixue, still reeling from the performance, he took advantage of the distraction.
As they weaved through the venue, the applause still echoing in the background, Mo Ran's assistant, Shen Yu, leaned in slightly. "Sir, the media is already reacting. Weibo's trending list has 'Y.L Mongolia' climbing at an alarming rate."
Mo Ran smirked. "As expected."
