The Sixth Master was a little frustrated because he could not find a pillar that could compete with the Red Rose.
Seeing that Xia Chuan was blocking the way, his expression darkened and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Move!"
The coldness the Sixth Master exuded made the surrounding air turn cold.
The people behind the Sixth Master were about to subdue Xia Chuan when a soft voice came from the stage.
"I don't know where it started, but I'm deeply in love."
"Hate disappeared without a trace and a smile took its place."
Xia Cha stood on the stage and sang softly, even though the Sixth Master had already left with his men.
She stood alone on the stage without any fear. In fact, she enjoyed being on stage very much. A familiar rhythm floated in her mind.
She was singing a song that she loved. She did not know where the song came from, but she held the microphone and it flowed naturally.
It was a very strange feeling.
