Hui Qi raised an eyebrow, "Is the mentor doubting me?"
He's always had this style—those who like him find him unique, while those who don't say he's putting on an act, and many curse him, but he doesn't care.
Moreover, the production team turns a blind eye, even intending to use him for hype to gain traffic, so they don't interfere with his performance.
Xie Feina shook her head, "I never believe in Spirit Communication; I think it's all a scam. I don't want you conveying this idea to the fans."
Hui Qi curved one side of his lips into a crooked smile, then walked straight off the stage, pulled a few round balls from his pocket, each marked with a number, and placed them on the table in front of Xie Feina.
"Mentor, pick one at random."
Xie Feina gestured to the director to stop recording, but the director didn't call for a halt, guessing the show's idea was probably to boost attention with Hui Qi's astonishing performance.
