The comments were exploding:
——What's going on?
——Damn it! Isn't Yan Zijing singing right now? Why can I hear coughing?
——Lip-syncing, she's actually lip-syncing!
——This can't be true! My Yanzier's voice is so distinctive, it can't be fake! I won't believe it!
...
One after another, the comments were all question marks.
The live venue was filled with sighs, and some people even stood up, looking at the stage in disbelief.
Out of a thousand people, at least three hundred were Yan Zijing's fans, and right now those three hundred were about to collapse.
They came here originally to seek justice for Yan Zijing, but the current situation was like a slap in their faces!
Yan Zijing on the stage finally realized something was wrong.
She opened her eyes in disbelief, her mouth still slightly open, but the sound in her in-ear monitors was of coughing, each one louder and harsher than the last, causing her masked face to suddenly shift!
