The three directors praised Xia Bohe's performance to the heavens.
The host, Zeng Qiyi, activated 'death's mouth' again. Mr. Zhongqiu, you were so confident just now, weren't you? you didn't expect the director to like Mr. Xia's performance more? Now, what do you think of this huge reversal?"
Zhong Qiu looked at the troublemaking host in disbelief!
[ host, you're a real warrior! ]
[ hahaha, the expert appraiser is here again! ] [ the main attraction of this show is actually the host. I support him! ]
[ fight! Fight! ] [ I'm so excited! ]
[ zhongqiu: I'm cracking! ]
[ zhongqiu: I was furious, but I couldn't show it. ]
[ Mid-Autumn: it's getting cold, time for the host to step down! ]
or, let me change my question. Zeng Qiyi smiled slyly and asked an even more tricky question. I heard that Mr. Zhong asked Ms. Xia not to cry backstage, right? "
It's your head!
Zhong Qiu's vision turned black.
