Mr. Zhou's face was extremely black.

The black business car sped towards the airport, merging onto the ring road expressway as the driver accelerated.

Zhou Luchen, in the midst of a phone call, leaned back in his seat, flipping through documents. His shirt collar was casually open, revealing the graceful lines of his neck and the hint of his collarbone, presenting an angular, sexy appeal.

The phone on the work tray was on speaker, displaying an unsaved contact number.

He slowly stirred the ice cubes in his glass. "Which place?"

"She's the champion."

Mr. Zhao on the call, also a judge for the Pipa competition, said, "The girl was injured but insisted on performing. She didn't cry or make a fuss; it was a commendable performance."

Luchen remained silent.

Mr. Zhao added, "We will severely punish the offender with a lifetime ban. It's just a shame about that girl's hand; it won't heal anytime soon. The tissues in the backstage trash can were blood-soaked."