"You said that my singing is not as good as Fang Qiu's?"
Xin Zheng stood on the stage. The disdain on his face was replaced by extreme anger instantly.
It was the ultimate insult to him.
Who was him?
He was Xin Zheng, a singer, even though not particularly famous. He became a member of the entertainment circle, with his struggle step by step. He was recognized by countless fans, and singing skills were recognized in the field.
His singing was not as good as Fang Qiu's?
Such words were an insult not only to his profession, but also to his character and strength.
In one's own turf, in his alma mater, instead of enjoying the imaginary pleasure of being praised by his junior brothers and sisters, he was depreciated by so many junior brothers.
Xin Zheng used to be arrogant. How
