Li Fei smirked devilishly, "Men must never say 'can't do,' and women must not say 'don't want'..."
Wang Yuqi rolled her eyes at him, "You sleazy rascal, starting with your nonsense again."
As the singing started, Li Fei's opening wasn't particularly impressive—actually, it was quite mediocre.
Pan An and Song Yu exchanged grins, thinking that with this level, he was destined to be at the bottom of a singing competition.
Song Yu burst into laughter, "That was terrible. He's not even one-tenth as good as Pan An."
However, as the song progressed, Li Fei got better and better, his voice growing stronger, like a lion waking from its sleep and beginning to roar.
"Ya-la-so, that is the Qinghai-Tibet Platea... oh... origin!"
The powerful voice finally broke out, deeply shocking everyone present.
Wang Yuqi led the applause, "You sing really well. Who knew you had it in you?"
"Of course, would the 'Meng Lord' dare take on something he couldn't handle?"
