During the breaks between songs, she would take the opportunity to pick up a bottle and drink.
"Qing Gege, give us a few lines."
Midway, she handed the microphone to Fang Qing, who was not the type to be coy and took it graciously.
"The wind blows over the snowflakes
Turning our hair white
We once said we would conquer the world together
Do you still remember——"
"Fang Qing sings so beautifully?"
Wen Rong whispered to her husband, using the word "so" quite astutely.
Tie Jun, who was drinking with Fu Zili, paused, looking at the massive screen, "Don't be jealous, in my eyes, Fang Qing has no weaknesses."
Wen Rong gently nudged him, knowing he was joking.
Then, she couldn't help but look at the man with a smile on his lips, listening quietly. In the intersecting lights and shadows, his expression was hard to discern.
"Is it possible that because Fang Qing is so outstanding, that's why..."
