Despite the crowd below, her eyes only saw him at this moment.
He was sitting in the corner of the seating area, a large pair of sunglasses covering more than half of his face. Only his high-bridged nose and tightly sealed thin lips were visible.
A vibe of unfriendliness emanated from him.
Every other seat was filled with people, but only a few were scattered around him.
Perhaps his aura was too powerful, which prompted people nearby to cautiously avoid him, not daring to look at him.
An Ziqi bit her lip, her palm tightly clutching the microphone, her breathing started getting faster.
Seeing her in a daze, the host next to her hurriedly whispered a tiny reminder.
An Ziqi snapped back to reality, quickly adjusted her state, and selected several fans to come on stage for interaction.
However, during the following segments, her gaze couldn't help but drift towards that corner.