By the time Shen Qiang returned to Beijing, it was already ten o'clock at night. Stepping down from the rooftop of the building, Shen Qiang and Jinli Qianning walked on the street with fewer people, the streetlights behind them lengthening the shadows, perfectly casting Jinli Qianning's enchanting figure onto the ground.
Smelling the fragrance brought by the evening breeze from her body, looking at her long legs and the shadow of her wavy hair falling on the ground, Shen Qiang smiled and said, "Tomorrow, there's the final eight round at the TV station, you'll need a new song, are you confident?"
Upon hearing that, Jinli Qianning, her heart fluttering, held her hands shyly and dared not look at Shen Qiang. Her expression suddenly became flirtatious, saying, "I'm the best, all the Sea Clan love to hear my singing."
