"Haha, choose someone else!"

Lisa stood up abruptly, as if she had heard something funny.

"Who else could I choose besides me?"

She pointed to another minor celebrity who was accompanying her.

"Her? Do you think she deserves it?"

The celebrity being pointed at immediately lowered his head in shame.

"Or is it her?"

Or perhaps it's her..."

Lisa went berserk, pointing at all the women present with utter contempt in her eyes.

"Or perhaps it's her?"

Finally, she pointed to Hera, who had been standing to the side in a daze, and froze.

Hera slowly raised her head, blinked, and her large, peach-pink eyes...

"What's wrong?"

A soft, sweet voice came from Hera's pink lips and reached the ears of everyone in the private room.

Immediately, all eyes fell on Hera.

Hera, with her long hair flowing, saw that they were all looking at her and forced a sweet smile.

It was this smile that made the middle-aged man tremble violently, looking at Hera as if he had seen some rare treasure.

Lisa, who was standing nearby, sensed something was wrong and panicked.

"Well, I've changed my mind. Ten thousand yuan is fine with you, and I'll take the performance."

But it seemed that the middle-aged man did not hear her words, and he got up and walked directly to Hera.

His height of nearly 1.9 meters meant that Hera could only look up at him.

Upon seeing how short Hera was, the middle-aged man hissed.

"Miss, how old are you?"