After returning to the lucky audience, Qian Cangyi was immediately bombarded with questions from the other lucky members.
"Did you memorize everything in advance?"
"Is your memory really that good?"
"Why didn't you go up to recite before, and let us do it? Are you here to save the day?"
A series of questions were thrown at him like rapid gunfire. Qian Cangyi's expression changed slightly, and his gaze swept over the three fake lucky audience members, "Do you still remember what I just said? I'm pressed for time. Of course, you might ask why I didn't just leave if I'm in such a hurry? The answer is simple, I want all the Youthful Flying Drinks in the gifts, including yours."
"No way!" "Why should you?" "Why do you want them?" Another barrage of questions followed.
"Please be quiet and let me finish," Qian Cangyi said as he extended his hands palm-down, then pressed down with his hands.
The surroundings immediately fell silent.