The guests in the audience were waiting for Shen Jun's donation.

But Shen Jun stood there, motionless, only his legs were shaking constantly.

"What's the matter, why isn't Shen Jun moving anymore?" a reporter asked.

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Shen Jun standing on the stage, his legs suddenly trembled.

Then, in front of so many people and the camera lens, he sat down on the ground.

"What's up with him?!"

"Scared like this, isn't it a guilty conscience?"

"What a guilty conscience, Lu Ye didn't say anything, and he didn't show any evidence. He was afraid of a fart! For some reason, Shen Jun is simply a fool."

The guests in the audience discussed fiercely, but Shen Jun on the stage was too scared to stand up.

I didn't feel scared when he was far apart. When he got closer and saw the'fierce' eyes of those stray dogs, his legs became unconscious and unwilling.

Shen Jun sat on the ground, his hands and feet trembling, cold sweat bursting out of his forehead.

He can't wait to kill himself now, who made him want to shoot that lot!

"Mr. Shen seems to be a little uncomfortable, so let's ask Miss Tang to come first." The auctioneer is not a tough person either. Seeing that Shen Jun is uncomfortable, he asked Miss Etiquette to invite "Tang Xinluo".

"Ms. Tang, on behalf of the charity guests and Royal Auction House tonight, send our love and blessings to the representatives of the Vagrant Relief Center."

The host's words fell, and the guests in the audience were waiting for "Tang Xinluo" to come forward.

Who knows, the state of'Tang Xinluo' is even more outrageous than Shen Jun.

At any rate, Shen Jun took a few steps forward before sitting on the ground.

And that "Tang Xinluo" not only didn't take a step, but when the lady of manners went to invite her, he sat down on the ground and refused to get up.

The lively music on the court has long been heard.

All the guests heard the hysterical call of "Tang Xinluo".

"No, I'm not going...I'm not going...Don't let me go, don't let me go..."

Wan Weiwei's eyes had become confused, unable to focus.

Those crazy and painful past events rushed into my mind like a tide.

The eyes of the four homeless people not far away looked at her as nasty, disgusting, and ill-intentioned as the beggar who had passed her round A.

The feeling of being crushed by those filthy, lowly, and undressed people is the brand that Wan Weiwei wants to forget most in her life, but will never forget.

"Miss Tang, as long as these donation certificates are awarded to them, it's a trivial matter." The auctioneer said to her kindly as if he could not see Wan Weiwei's panic.

"Lot 13 was taken by Miss Xin Luo, so you must go up..."

Before the words fell, the audience heard Wan Weiwei yelling in denial.

"No, I'm not going! I'm not Tang Xinluo, I'm not... You let me go, I want to leave here, let me go!"

Wan Weiwei crawled back in horror, having forgotten her purpose here.

She didn't even realize that she had already admitted in person that she was not Tang Xinluo.

The auctioneer pretended not to understand, and grabbed Wan Weiwei by his wrist to prevent her from leaving, "Miss Tang, don't laugh, you are not Miss Tang who is. Don't worry, it's just a trivial matter. Just give them the certificate. If Miss Tang is the one Don’t worry if you are unsteady, our hostess will support you."

The two ceremonial ladies immediately went up and ‘supported’ Wan Weiwei on the left and the right.

Regardless of the slender figure of Miss Etiquette, the strength of the two is not something Wan Weiwei can get rid of.

The two set up Wan Weiwei and went directly in front of the four homeless men.

[The author has something to say] I’ve been waiting for a long time.