In the hall, the ceremony was about to begin. After the host finished reading the speech, the awards began to be given out.
Since it was a ceremony hosted by Weibo, it was mostly related to the content of Weibo.
All sorts of data kept flashing on the big screen.
]In the middle of the first row, Xia Wanyuan secretly scratched Jun Shiling's palm. "It's hot."
Jun Shiling glanced at her, took out a small fan from his pocket, and gently fanned Xia Wanyuan.
Although Xia Wanyuan knew that Jun Shiling would definitely not relent easily, she did not expect him to do this.
Helplessness flashed across Xia Wanyuan's eyes. "What's wrong with you? How can you fan me in the spring?"
Jun Shiling fanned her as he said leisurely, "Let's see who dares to say that I have a problem."
As one of the important shareholders of Weibo, no one dared to have any objections to Jun Shiling here.
