The pretty girl with peach blossom eyes blinked and pointed with her pen-holding hand at the sign for the broadcast studio.
"We picked Supreme Song King, not Supreme Bravery. What do we need such courage for? To go haunt-hunting in groups?"
Suddenly, the audience in the studio burst into laughter.
Jian Chao's expression turned sour.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly, "It's not just about courage. An Le stutters, and that doesn't suit stage performances."
The young girl arched her eyebrows lightly and turned her head to An Le, tilting her chin, "Sing a few more lines for me, will you?"
An Le stammered an 'oh' in response.
He took a deep breath and his clear, deep singing voice slowly rose, like a refreshing autumn breeze that revitalized everyone.
Ruan Qi made a 'stop' gesture with her hand.
