"Ninety-five points?" Gong Beiyao scoffed. "You actually did a duet with someone who could sing at such a disastrously low level?"
When Sheng Qianxia saw Gong Beiyao's condescending expression, she felt a surge of hot blood boiling within her!
Yes!
He had a photographic memory and extraordinary talent! Even if he had heard a song only once, he could easily sing it and score incredibly high, incomparable to others!
So what?
Did that give him the right to mock others' efforts?
Anger welled up inside Sheng Qianxia, and unable to hold back in the face of his provocation, she retorted, "What about ninety-five points!? This lousy machine doesn't know how to judge at all. I think he sang better than you! At least he sang with the flavor of love. What did you sing with? Master Gong, do you even understand what the flavor of love is!?"
