Gu Xiaoxi stepped onto the stage.
The blinding lights made it impossible for her to see the audience below.
"Clap clap clap clap!..."
Applause and whistles, at that moment, were exceptionally loud.
She could feel the enthusiastic calls from the crowd below her.
Gu Xiaoxi stood in the middle of the stage, looking around, why was there no microphone?
Was this a concert?
So, she turned back towards the edge of the stage, preparing to go backstage to get a microphone, only to find that the door she had used to enter the stage had been shut.
And in front of the stage, suddenly, an iron railing popped up, locking her in the center alone.
"Below, gentlemen who fancy this lady with a foreign charm, please shout to your heart's content. Our black market's bidding starts at one million yuan," announced a male host.
Gu Xiaoxi stood at the center of the stage bathed in light, dumbstruck on the spot.
What's this all about?
Selling her? For one million yuan?
Heh heh heh...
