The entry to this banquet was strictly controlled, no one could enter without an invitation, and even those with invitations could only bring one guest.
She was brought in by her daddy, and the support light board she was holding had been brought in secretly by her.
These noble ladies from wealthy families simply didn't engage in idol-chasing; she was the only die-hard fan of Yingtong there, so naturally she had to cheer and support her.
This time, she represented not just one person, but thirty million fans' support and love for Yingtong.
Mr. Jiang's eyes twitched uncontrollably— he said his eyelids had been twitching all morning, and it turned out to be caused by this little ancestor again!
He stared at his daughter, whom he had spoiled to the point of lawlessness, with puffing cheeks and eyes wide with anger, and his temples throbbed painfully.
He scolded her with a low bark, "Yingying, what are you doing? Put that down now!"
