The Star Lord's elegant thin lips held a faint smile as he spoke unhurriedly, "The grand prize is a blank card. You can write your wish on it, and I will help you realize it."
The audience erupted in an uproar.
Everyone chattered excitedly, probing the people around them, wanting to know who had drawn the grand prize, yet no one stepped forward.
The Star Lord's gaze passed through the crowd, sweeping toward a certain direction. His voice was low and rich, "Congratulations to the winner. Please come up on stage."
The instant his words fell, the spotlight on the stage swung toward the back rows.
Everyone turned their heads in shock. In an inconspicuous corner, a woman in a black dress seemed equally bewildered as she stared at the blank card in her hand, as if she hadn't expected this to fall on her.
Zhang Fei and those few nitpicking suitors were dumbfounded.
