Music, with Shen Qiang's line, "My fate is determined by me, not by heaven," suddenly stopped, leaving everyone inside and outside the venue utterly shocked and silent. Their minds still resonated with the unbridled and free-spirited grandeur and the pride that looked down on the world from the composition.
At this moment, Gong Ziyi, already slumped back in his seat, clearly saw Bianyi, in a sharp suit and holding a cigar, staring at the camera with disdain.
Crack!
Bianyi crushed the camera with one foot.
Gong Ziyi, slumped in the chair, looked at Shen Qiang on stage, who was wearing a cold smile, his eyes vacant. In an instant, he seemed to become hazy.
"Tsk tsk, Gong Ziyi, don't you feel ashamed to be manipulating things on this show?"
"Ho ho, interesting, Gong Ziyi, you actually have time to linger here; could it be that you have another plan?"
"I am not going to lose!"
In the past few days, Shen Qiang's previous words surfaced in his mind.
