The Only Trainee Performer

Jin Feihong exited the stage to the sound of cheers and applause.

There was still an unconcealable hint of pride and smugness on his face.

It was indeed a great honor to act as Gu Qiu's stepladder before an audience of sixty thousand people. At least, this was what Jin Feihong thought.

Jin Feihong returned to the backstage. Here, he saw An Lin who was still waiting for his turn to perform.

He walked toward An Lin, smiling at him as if they were old friends.

There was no hint of anger on Jin Feihong's face, yet his eyes were filled with a sense of disdain and contempt as he peered at An Lin. It was as if An Lin were nothing more than an insignificant ant in his eyes.

"Did you see? Do you understand the insurmountable gulf between you and me?

"Trainee… don't think that you're talented or skilled just because you can perform tonight. You're merely here to make up the numbers.