Tang Zhou kept mumbling: "It's over, I really can't watch anymore. The opening act I imagined wasn't like this. The opening act I imagined should be like something Chi Juechen would do, dazzling the whole audience, dazzling the world."
Little Huahua, sitting on Ye Junqing's lap, grumbled: "You're so annoying, whose team are you on?"
Tang Zhou pinched little Huahua's chubby cheeks: "It's not that I don't want her to succeed. Sister Yi found so many talents to teach little Xingguang, and she didn't care for any of them. In the end, she put on such a mediocre show herself."
"Oh, listen, little Xingguang is singing now. The singing is good, and the dolphin-like pitch is indeed stunning. But the problem is, everyone knows this, there's no novelty to it. We need something amazing. Ah, my quick-acting heart-saving pill, hurry up."
Little Huahua hummed: "It's not as bad as you say. I see the live audience listening intently."
