Ji Wei could easily detect the teasing in Mo Qian's words, and the tension made her forehead sweat. She quickly explained, "I swear I didn't drink a drop. Duoduo was in a bad mood from encountering a scumbag and had a little to drink."
Mo Qian watched her intently, his gaze somber, without speaking.
When he entered, he had already shut the door to the private room. At this moment, colorful lights flickered on the walls, and in the dim light, the expression on the man's face was not quite clear.
In such a gloomy and oppressive environment, Ji Wei felt increasingly dry-mouthed and nervous, with more beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She raised her hand to wipe it off, racking her brain to break the stalemate.
Suddenly, she noticed the display screen paused on the MV image out of the corner of her eye, and boldly spoke up, "Mo Qian, I've never heard you sing before... The equipment is all set up, why not sing a song?"
Mo Qian: "..."
