After the male host finished speaking, Jane Sampson’s fans shouted in perfect sync toward the stage, "Investor Black!"
Then, all the artists in the VIP area and the hosts on stage burst into laughter, making Jane Sampson wish she could dig a hole and bury herself.
"Little Jane’s fans are really super enthusiastic, so now, let ask a few questions on everyone’s behalf." The male host laughed a few tis with the microphone in hand, and before his laughter faded, he began to speak.
"As everyone knows, the Sampton Family are your foster parents; I’m quite curious to ask you, Little Jane, do you plan on finding your biological parents? Have you ever thought, if your biological parents are just ordinary farrs, what would you do? Little Jane, would you still acknowledge them? What if you can’t find your biological parents in your lifeti? If you can’t find your biological parents, Little Jane, you would be an orphan with no parents; that’s so pitiful."
The male host seemingly didn’t feel how rude and excessive his words were.
With each pointed question from the male host like an arrow, Jane Sampson’s body trembled slightly.
"Orphan?" Jane Sampson gently repeated the word, with undisguisable trembling in her voice.
No matter who it was, on the scene or watching the live stream, everyone could see that at this mont, what Jane Sampson cared about the most was the word "orphan."
Two words that are hurtful, and indeed very hurtful.
And anyone could tell that the male host was spiteful in asking these questions.
"Don’t bully our Little Jane, you turtle egg!" Jane Sampson’s fans erupted all at once from backstage, clamoring loudly in protest.
Next to them, the female host finally snapped out of her shock, quickly ca over and squeezed the male host aside, and hurriedly salvaged the situation, putting an arm around Jane Sampson’s shoulder in silent comfort, saying, "Little Jane has debuted for over a year, but she is definitely a role model in the circle, releasing one work after another. Soon, Jane’s movie, ’The President’s Wife is Not Human,’ will et with everyone, and at that ti, everyone must support Little Jane’s movie a lot!"
Saying this, the female host continued chatting with Jane Sampson like a conversation, "Little Jane, you are truly deserving of this award; your votes exceeded the second place by over seventy thousand votes, which shows your high popularity. You’re now a household big star; do you have any insights to share with everyone?"
Jane Sampson did not hold a microphone in one hand and a trophy in the other, so few people noticed her hand gradually applying force.
"Am I already a household na?" She lightly asked, her voice carrying a bewildernt that others couldn’t understand.
It wasn’t joy, nor pride, but confusion.
"Yes, do you not know how popular you are?" the female host said, "You’ve won over everyone regardless of age or gender; you’re the goddess idol that both dad and mom are competing with for. Back then, during the voting season, my relatives in our ssaging group were crazily pulling votes for you, my seven aunts and eight aunties were all frantic for you."
"Once, I recorded a show in a very remote small mountain village, randomly interviewing many children in the village, asking them who they liked most, and unexpectedly, nine out of ten said they liked you. When I asked them why they liked you, they all said it was because you’ve always been outstanding since childhood, and when they grow up, they want to learn from you and beco an outstanding person."
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