Looking at Shen Qiang with a cold smirk and a mocking gaze, Gong Ziyi's anger flared up, and he shouted, "Shen Qiang, who are you trying to impress! If you have the guts, win this round!"
Shen Qiang coldly chuckled, shook his finger at Gong Ziyi, and said, "Gong Ziyi, you'll soon learn that I never joke around."
Having said that, because it was a live broadcast, Shen Qiang maintained his smile as he took to the stage.
In an instant, the venue erupted with cheers.
"Ah, the little Prince of Music, such a handsome little Shen Qiang!"
"So handsome, with a masculine aura, tall stature, long legs, no wonder Goddess Song Weiyin likes him. I want a little brother like this too."
"What a charming smile; I looped it endlessly last night while watching his Chu Liuxiang promo with Song Weiyin. He's even more handsome in person than in the video."
"These long legs, this aura, easily outshine those famous singers who just sign autographs."
Amid the cheers from the audience in the venue.
