The atmosphere became even more awkward.
The producer beside him was also at a loss for words.
The man edged forward unsteadily, trying to ease the tension by tentatively asking,
"Miss Wen, can you sing?"
He was afraid that Wen Mian truly couldn't and was even more afraid that the tension in the room would solidify.
Since Pei Zhiyao wouldn't speak up, it was up to the producer to resolve the situation.
"Otherwise, shall I arrange another program for you? Hosting is fine too, or if you can't make it this performance, there will be other opportunities next time, what do you think?"
Without saying anything, Wen Mian simply took the microphone from the producer's hand.
Suddenly, the entire theater fell silent, and even Pei Qingqing inhaled sharply.
No one knew what Wen Mian was planning to do.
Yet she walked towards the stage and uncharacteristically responded to Pei Qingqing's comment.
"I can sing."
