Qi Helian sneered, "Your lousy songs, tone-deaf, and you still want to exploit my fans?"
Just knows how to ruin his plans, cause trouble for him, and still expects him to promote his album, dream on.
"What? I'm tone-deaf?" Rong Feifan looked at Qi Helian discontentedly, "As my own cousin, it's bad enough you don't support my creative dreams, but you also discourage and undermine me."
He spoke with great emotion.
But Qi Helian didn't care at all.
He gritted his teeth, "Tone-deaf, right? I'll just sing a few lines for you. My tone and feel for music are way better than yours."
With that, he started to clear his throat, ready to sing.
Qi Helian hurriedly spoke to stop him, "Please... I beg you, don't sing."
Suddenly, a mischievous look flashed in his narrow phoenix eyes, and he looked at Rong Feifan, "I can help you post on Weibo, but there are conditions."
His tone shifted suddenly, making Rong Feifan more guarded, "What are they?"
