The judge was not yet done speaking.
A cold female voice came from below.
All eyes turned in that direction. Fu Jiajia rose from her seat, her intensely black eyes, outlined by eyeliner, deeply stared at the slender figure on stage.
Xu Ru's smile at the corner of her mouth faded as she stared directly at her.
"What is that little slut up to now?"
Luo Mengmeng let go of Zhou Qiyue's hand and also stood up, staring in the same direction.
This little white lotus dares to stir things up, I'll kill her!
Zhou Qiyue too, squinted slightly, looking at Fu Jiajia.
Jiang Ruan glanced sideways at Fu Jiajia, tilting her head without saying a word.
Waiting for what would come next.
There were numerous red veins in Fu Jiajia's eyes as she stated word by word, "You say this song is your work?"
"Otherwise?"
Jiang Ruan questioned.
