The King of Singers Chickened out and Slapped His Face!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Tianxin's beautiful face was full of mockery.
The King of Singers stood in the middle of the stage, and his ears were full of mocking laughter.
Looking at the King of Singers standing in the middle of the stage, the audience couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves.
The angriest people were the directors standing in the director team.
"What the hell is he doing?"
The chief director smashed the script in his hand with anger. Fortunately, this was a rehearsal. If this were a live broadcast, wouldn't it be his fault if the Spring Festival Gala failed?
"Replace him."
"Understood."
The agent under the stage kept gesturing to the King on the stage to start to sing quickly, but the King never saw the agent.
The director team asked the security guards to take the King of Singers directly backstage.
It's over!
It's over!
It's over!