Gu Xia looked at the top master of the Eight Desolate Six Harmonies standing in front of her, looking like a wronged little wife, and eventually, her heart softened.
She took a few steps forward, coming up beside Yue Yin.
Qingxue: "Hey, don't be mad anymore, it's not a big deal, okay if I sing?"
Yue Yin: "Get on the mic and sing."
Qingxue: "Alright, alright, getting on the mic, getting on the mic, but let me state beforehand, I'm only singing a few lines."
Yue Yin: "Sure."
On this end of the computer, Gu Xia put on her headset, freaking out and feeling awkward.
The man on the other end donned his wireless earbuds, a smug smile on his lips.
Even though the young girl had stood him up, coaxing her into singing for him made Prince feel it was quite worthwhile.
The several bodyguards behind him were shocked to see the Prince getting on the mic.