"Hmm." Evan Saint admitted frankly.
On the stage, Sparkle Gold was breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful he couldn't wait even a second and just wanted to fiercely hug her tightly.
Only by feeling her warmth and fragrance could he be sure she was real, wouldn't turn into foam and disappear in the sunlight.
Sparkle's expression was even more strange: "Evan Saint, did you take the wrong medicine?"
"Idiot." Evan Saint glared at her and turned to leave.
If he kept talking to her, he might not be able to resist wanting to kill her.
What a woman with no romantic sense!
Watching his back, Sparkle defiantly wrinkled her nose.
Calling her an idiot again, does being a genius make you awesome?
"Sparkle, what are you doing here? Come on, lots of people are waiting to see you." After searching for a long time, George finally found Sparkle and excitedly dragged her away, "Your performance was so stunning, you'll definitely become famous worldwide!"
