Zhao Wenfeng fell into silence, his face flush with the effort to restrain himself, yet he dared not say anything.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Jianbang spoke softly, "Old Ding, go check if her song is plagiarized. With her creative ability, she couldn't possibly have composed such good music. Find out who created it, and at any cost, buy it!"
Zhao Wenfeng's eyes lit up immediately, he said joyfully, "Right, right, if we buy this song, our company will make a fortune! Also, if she plagiarizes again, she'll never be able to turn her life around."
"Shut your mouth!" Zhao Jianbang snapped angrily.
Startled, Zhao Wenfeng shivered and immediately clamped his mouth shut, not daring to speak.
Old Ding nodded, turned to leave, at this moment, a man suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, look, what's happening on the stage?"
The stage lights dimmed completely, then, a beam of light shone on Ying'er.
