Huo Xiaoxiao tightened her fingers, how could this happen...
But deep down, she knew Sister Zhao made a lot of sense.
——
Gao Kee waited in vain for that person and let out a disappointed sigh.
As he passed by the ward, he glanced inside unconsciously and saw the girl standing in front of the window, reaching out to open it...
Gao Kee imdiately rushed in, grabbed the girl’s wrist, and yanked her back fiercely, "No matter what, you can’t joke about your own life."
The girl’s wrist was so delicate that it seed it would snap at the slightest bend, and her body was as light and flimsy as a paper figure, swaying unsteadily as she was pulled back. Gao Kee quickly snatched her at the waist with swift reflexes.
As their eyes t, Gao Kee only felt that these eyes were too clear, and in the mont of his slight stupefaction, the girl pushed him away, took a step back, and lightly brushed her hair with her hand.
"Doctor Gao, do you think I would take my life so lightly?"
Gao Kee frowned.
The girl gave a soft smile, her pale countenance especially serene and detached, with a touch of illness at the tips of her brows adding a fragile beauty.
"I wouldn’t take my life lightly."
She turned and walked to the window, stretching out her fair palm, where the sunlight fell and made her skin almost reflective.
"I just wanted to feel the sunlight and remind myself that I’m still alive."
That tone, inexplicably, made Gao Kee rather uncomfortable.
It sounded world-weary, as if she had endured many ordeals.
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Yun Ya stayed at ho all day today and did not go to the hospital.
Allen had hacked into Kang Jinxian’s phone and could pinpoint her location with clarity; currently, she was at the Jiangzhou Television Station.
On the computer, the screen showed the recording scene of a music talent show at the television station.
Having Allen, a powerful hacker, felt like having a cheat code at his fingertips.
Yun Ya leaned back in his chair, watching the scene on the screen.
The cara was positioned on a monitor at the top of the studio, providing a bird’s-eye view that overlooked every corner of the set.
This was the audition recording site for the talent show. The raised stage was for the contestants’ solo performances, with four judges’ seats below. Among them, Yun Ya spotted a familiar figure.
The man wore a sapphire blue suit—a flamboyant color that not only failed to diminish his masculinity but instead accentuated his chiseled, handso features, as he leisurely reclined in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, exuding an effortless charm that left the photographers’ caras frequently pointing at him.
Over ten years, he had grown from a creamy-faced youth into a superstar actor. The na Ming Han had beco emblematic of an era.
This music program was a heavyweight project launched by Jiangzhou Television Station this year, carefully crafted under the personal supervision of the station’s top producer, Yuan Pan, who poured resources into it. For this, Yuan Pan had spent a great deal to bring on board the veteran music producer Gu Yue, leading pop music figure Fan Yu, and acclaid vocalist Lin Li.
However, tagging the show as a talent contest ant that it was not only vocal skills that mattered but also appearance. Yuan Pan’s ambition clearly extended beyond that; he wanted to discover talents who could excel in acting, singing, and film, injecting fresh blood into the entertainnt industry. For this purpose, he invited the popular actor Ming Han. Since Ming Han had gained the title of Best Actor, he beca more cautious with the scripts and shows he accepted. But he shared a special bond with Yuan Pan, who had helped him skyrocket to fa with a reality show ten years ago. Rembering the kindness he received, Ming Han agreed without hesitation when Yuan Pan approached him.
Each of the four had their strengths, aiming for comprehensive talent discovery. The intense interactions among the judges were also a highlight of the show.
But the most significant draw was Ming Han himself, who seldom appeared in variety shows, let alone as a talent show judge. When the news leaked that he would be a judge, it sent shock waves through the entertainnt circle, and it wasn’t an understatent to say that the television station had played its cards right. Even before the broadcast began, the show had already generated enormous buzz.
Ming Han was known for his sharp style, or in plainer terms, his biting wit. Several contestants were already reduced to tears by his comnts, which provoked dissatisfaction among the other three judges, making their verbal clashes quite a spectacle.
"What the hell are you singing? A dog would sound better than you..."
"Kid... are you sent by a monkey to be a clown? Such a voice would be a waste if not used for dubbing fantasy films..."
"Didn’t have a full breakfast, did you? So listless, wasting ti is wasting life, and I’d like to live a few more years, so sorry..."
One after another, they ran crying off the stage.
Unable to hold back, Lin Li remarked, "Can’t you be a bit gentler? Look how scared they are. What about your good man image? What about your idol persona?"
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