Pei Jiao pulled Han Qianye to sit down. "Mom, they're confessing on stage. Don't interrupt."
"No, I have to stop it." Han Qianye was about to go on stage.
Pei Jiao pulled her back. "Look carefully. I'm not the one being confessed on stage. It's someone else."
Han Qianye glanced at Pei Jiao. "If it's you, I won't care."
Pei Jiao: "?"
...
Li Xiwu nodded and smiled. "Hello, Lu Cheng."
It was obvious that Lu Cheng was really happy and excited. It was also because he was too excited that when he confessed, he was so nervous that he could not speak properly. "Actually, I've seen you backstage before. My eyes lit up."
Li Xiwu said, "Thank you."
Lu Cheng switched the microphone to his other hand and looked at it. "Sorry, my palm is sweating a lot."
Li Xiwu tried to comfort him. "Take it easy."
"I'm still a little nervous," Lu Cheng said honestly.
