Just as Xu Xiangbei was about to step onto the stage, a cork flew out of nowhere, hitting him squarely on the forehead, startling him.
Xu Xiangbei stopped in his tracks, and all the guests in the venue looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he, who had volunteered to go on stage for the performance, suddenly halted.
What was going on? Usually, not even a bullet could easily hit him, let alone a cork.
Xu Xiangbei couldn't understand why he impulsively accepted the magician's invitation. He had a brainstorm and patted Shan Mingzhi on the shoulder: "Shan Mingzhi, you go and cooperate with Mr. Wind Valley's magic show."
Shan Mingzhi, who was still feeling disappointed, was overjoyed when he saw Xu Xiangbei giving him the opportunity and ran happily onto the stage. Wind Valley's eyes flickered with a trace of disappointment, but it quickly disappeared.
His face, pale and bloodless, still maintained a smile full of warmth: "Welcome, sir. May I know how to address you, sir?"
