Rong Huo glanced at the group of fans, a flicker of sympathy in his eyes, coupled with a sense of sadness for them. Who would they choose to be fans of, if not Yang Qianbei, of all people?
How much pain and sorrow must it be upon being proven wrong afterward?
Of course, that wasn't Rong Huo's concern; it was more important to get back to the main issue at hand.
Lan Jin suddenly let out a light chuckle, her posture becoming exceedingly relaxed, as she slipped her hands back into her pockets. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to Yang Qianbei with a cynical smirk at one corner of her mouth, she asked,
"Could I trouble you to confirm once more, are you certain you're the original creator of 'that' piece of music?"
Yang Qianbei tilted her chin up. She couldn't afford to lose in terms of presence, but as soon as her eyes met Lan Jin's mocking gaze, she inexplicably felt a bit uneasy. Still, she replied with pride,
"That's right, I composed that piece."
