Despite the safeguards in place for the new song and the team, Kong Tengyu still couldn't bring himself to accept it.
His fingertips moved back and forth on the leather sofa as he listened, amid his turmoil, to Yang Yuran's announcement once more, "Let's show more tolerance and supervision for each other, and strive to present the new song at its best."
The struggle within him reached its peak, and exploded suddenly.
He stopped his distracting scratching and looked up, speaking the mood-killing words, "Captain Fan is so generous, spending a fortune on audio engineers for the talentless. I can't appreciate such robbing-Peter-to-pay-Paul solutions. A shoddy tofu-dreg project full of holes won't stand the test of time, and its true, feeble level will sooner or later be exposed on camera."
