Feng Jianing walked towards the back of the big screen.
When she was preparing for her speech in the morning, she specially checked the position of the podium. The row of flashing lights under the screen was changed by her. At that time, because the size was not suitable, she specially used a rope to reinforce it. She wanted to appear perfectly and there must not be any accidents. She did not expect that it would benefit someone else.
But now, it was her chance again. Feng Jianing knew that God was still on her side.
After making sure that no one was paying attention to her, Feng Jianing's gaze turned vicious. She took out a small folding knife that she used to protect herself and cut the reinforced rope bit by bit.
The moment the rope was broken, the row of stage lights that had lost their control fell one after another. Feng Qing was standing right below her. As long as she couldn't dodge, even if she couldn't die, she could still be crippled.
