"They're exactly what they say," Suho replied casually. "We couldn't drag 80 refrigerators into the gym. Employees can redeem them later."
Ye Feng nodded so hard his neck cracked. He wasn't sure if Suho was a genius, a lunatic, or both.
Suho, noticing Ye Feng's stunned look, added with a smirk, "What? You expected stress balls?"
The hosts scrambled back into position. Chen Xuan whispered, "Are we sure we're not at some MLM convention?"
"Shut up, smile, and read the names," Ye Feng hissed.
The award ceremony kicked off.
"The first place," Ye Feng announced dramatically, "is… Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu sprinted to the stage like a kid on Christmas morning. He circled the prize table, pretending to make a tough decision, then immediately grabbed a brand-new phone and a coupon for a laptop. Combined value: over 10,000 dollars.
Wu Yu clutched them like holy relics, then glanced nervously at Suho. "Uh… Mr. Kim? Would it be okay if I… took a photo with you?"
