Zhuang Heng took the microphone, stood up with her most graceful posture, and smiled calmly, "Sorry, Shifeng, may I interrupt you for a moment?"
Lu Shifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting the host to suddenly hand the microphone to Zhuang Heng, but he only nodded slightly, indicating for Zhuang Heng to speak.
All eyes focused on Zhuang Heng.
Zhuang Heng's smile deepened. Under the crystal-clear lighting of the gala, her light champagne dress made her look like a dignified queen. She spoke gently, "Shifeng, I ask a favor of you, please don't criticize Xingyu, okay? In front of so many people, as a girl, she would find it hard to bear."
Lu Shifeng said, "I don't think she's in an unbearable situation."
The room was abuzz once again, with many spectators feeling that Su Xingyu was truly pitiful—was the boss going to turn against her mercilessly?
