Just when he was feeling restless, his cell phone on the desk vibrated non-stop.
The young man's gaze hardened, he answered the call, and the agent's urgent voice came from the other end.
"Xiao Bai, good news, I found the single that Lu Yanyu will perform tonight."
Si Bai frowned slightly, "So what?"
"The song was written by Y. Yanyu plagiarised someone else's music. Just this fact is enough to kick him out of the competition."
Y?
Si Bai hung up the phone, the agent's words echoing in his mind.
After pausing for a few seconds, he immediately picked up his phone to search for information.
Y, a famous composer, appeared out of nowhere a month ago, instantly winning numerous awards. With only three singles released, he quickly became a sensation across all platforms.
However, as the person in question was so mysterious, many people had heard the songs but didn't know the composer.
No wonder he had felt that Lu Yanyu's performance tonight sounded vaguely familiar.
