Huo Jie, upon seeing this, hurried onto the stage with a smile plastered on her face.
"Everyone, please be patient. Bai Ling is a public figure now; it's not good for her to perform at random."
"Does that mean you think the money offered is too little?"
A sarcastic voice suddenly rose from the crowd.
"Aren't all these film stars and pop stars just playthings for us wealthy folks?"
"Without our money and resources, would they be basking in today's glory?"
"Now they act all coy when asked to perform a little show. What quality is this?"
Bai Ling's face flushed as she looked at the uproarious crowd below, most of whom were sponsors of her movies and albums.
It was indeed difficult for her to refuse, but she was not a street singer.
Under the public eye, they humiliated her at will.
"Alright, the girl is still naïve about the ways of the world, not quite grasping social niceties. Everyone, for the sake of this old man's face, let's not be too hard on her."