"Just a tiny bit, how is it still so sour?"
Jiang Ruan intended to tease her beauty, the mirth in her eyes spreading from the inner corner to the outside.
Fu Chi bowed his head and encircled the girl in his arms, positioning her head against his chest. He bent to whisper in her ear, "You promised to sing for me, but you haven't fulfilled it yet."
The duet she'd sung with Zhou Qiyue the other day had irked him for quite some time. The two did have chemistry, and Zhou's incisive gaze almost saw through Fu Chi's little companion, who, despite all this, remained naive and blissfully unaware.
Jiang Ruan had a sudden realization, "You think I sing well?"
Fu Chi: "Let's go find a seat."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
Was it not good?
**
The stadium covered a large area, and could accommodate tens of thousands of people. By the time they arrived, many fans had already taken their seats. The staff members on stage were still performing sound checks. The actual start time was 15:30.