Was This the Zhen Shanmei He Knew?

The beginning was an excerpt from a fast rhythm rap that Lin Qingbei tackled alone. Who would be afraid of only having one in-ear monitor? Any professional artist would not have a problem with that. As he gestured for them to start singing, Zhen Shanmei was standing in a dark corner behind him. A lack of presence alluded her.

Li Haojie was coincidentally sitting next to Ning Meng and he sneered. "She thinks that she doesn't need to sing as long as she hides at the back?"

Right when he said this, the excellent rap performance had just ended, and the arena fell silent. Ning Meng could hear each word crystal clear. She raised her brow and glared sharply at Li Haojie.

"Can you not close your mouth when you speak?"

"On what basis?"

"On the basis that your saliva is more venomous than SARS."

"...!"