The spectacle on stage was captivating, leaving the audience unable to look away.
[Oh my, where did Xie Yu get that costume? It's dazzling!]
[So beautiful!!!]
[I can now confidently say that this is Lan's design! A core design! Have you heard of the 'Right Hand of God'?]
The 'Right Hand of God' was not a name but a title.
As Yun Lan's personal designer who never showed their face, this mysterious figure was affectionately called the 'Right Hand of God' by Yun Lan's fans.
[No way, you're scaring me!]
[Wait, if the 'Right Hand of God' is involved, does that mean Yun Lan is making a comeback?]
[To be honest, you're all thinking too much. Even if it's Lan's design, it wouldn't be a core one. Do you know what a core design represents? They're priceless, and Yun Lan wouldn't lower her standards to design for a talent show.]
"Dong!"
The drumbeat quickened, and the music surged.
