Mu Sihan stepped forward after he gave a few words of instruction to Wei Lin, who was behind him. Wei Lin took his phone and reentered the private balcony.
Mu Sihan's sharp black eyes swept across the hall. Distinct lips pursed tightly together under his well-defined nose and together with his fierce expression, his overbearing aura was made the people feel intimidated.
No one dared to say anything when he walked towards the stage.
It was completely silent.
Mu Sihan's facial features were tense. There was a lingering layer of maliciousness found between his eyebrows. He looked so cold that people unknowingly shrunk away, frightened by his oppressive aura.
Nan Zhi stared at the man whose aura was strong enough to control the entire audience the moment he stepped out. A complicated feeling filled her chest.
She did not expect that the man she wished to avoid would suddenly stand up and defend her!