In Feng Jianing's heart, her life was bright. If Feng Qing didn't appear, it would be even more perfect.
The most fortunate thing was that although Feng Qing had acknowledged her parents and ancestors, her parents still doted on her even more. Therefore, she had to use all sorts of methods to suppress Feng Qing and forever step on her.
A piece of trash from a poor mountain ditch dares to think of flying up high to become a phoenix? Dream on!
In the judging panel, a hint of amusement flashed across Li Shaoqun's eyes. Yesterday, this song only had a melody, but today, the lyrics were filled in. Feng Jianing was afraid that the song would be snatched away by him.
However, he could understand Feng Jianing's thoughts. If she could be a glamorous and eye-catching celebrity, who would be willing to be a composer?
