"Chu Tian, please, can you help me out?"
Looking at the girl crouching before him... no, that wasn't quite right. She was more of a young woman.
Well, Chu Tian was indeed soft-hearted. Since he'd agreed to help, he might as well do his best—see it through to the very end, as the saying goes.
As for whether he could do it? That was a ridiculous question. He might not be able to guarantee other things, but when it came to singing, he was quite confident.
After all, in his past life, a King wasn't judged by experience or popularity, but by audience approval.
He had been rated by netizens as the one closest to becoming a King for five consecutive years and was crowned a King in the entertainment industry after its major reorganization. Could he have achieved that without real ability?
His transformation from a popular "pretty boy" idol to a genuinely talented artist wasn't just empty talk; it was built on solid, step-by-step effort.
