Zuo Jiangqin was even more furious as she stood up with a cold face, but Jiang Xiong held her hand just as she was about to lash out.
The director holding the walkie-talkie's face changed color, and he started yelling into the walkie-talkie towards the media room.
However, the media room was already empty except for the sound of anxious conversation coming from outside the closed security door.
"Yan Huan, you... you're crazy..."
Bai Yi recognized it; this was the prelude to her new song.
With a burst of explosive drum beats, the electronic synthesized tones sounded like a gust of wind, causing the audience, some looking down or playing with their phones, to all lift their heads and gaze at the stage.
The moment those eyes turned to her, Bai Yi almost ran off the stage in fear.
She pursed her lips, not turning on the microphone, her lips trembling wildly, just about to speak, when the sound of Yan Huan's voice came through her earpiece, laden with a hint of a smile,
