The program started, and Jiang Yi couldn't hold back anymore, his voice had gone hoarse from shouting.
Mu Chuanlin was at his wit's end, "Can someone just tie this kid up?"
Jiang Siyan spread his hands, "He's my brother-in-law, bear with it a bit."
Mu Chuanlin was so annoyed that he wanted to smoke, but smoking was impossible at the moment, so he had to endure it.
Finally, the next act was Xie Xinghui's duet dance.
This performance was much better compared to the rehearsals, with both dancers wearing costumes with traditional Chinese elements, moving with the graceful agility of "startling geese or flowing dragons," as the saying goes.
It was hard to believe that the meek Xie Xinghui could dance with such power, lifting her feet, spinning around, each movement filled with clever strength.
By the end of the performance, Mu Chuanlin found he had no interest in what came next.
Jiang Siyan said, "Yu Xianfeng, the finale."
"Tch, as if we haven't heard him sing enough."
