"Zhang, if you can't even guess me, then stop boasting about being a networking king all day long. I think you might as well be called the King of Braggarts."
"Oh my God, Teacher Zheng? Why is it you?! Aren't you at home watching your precious grandson?"
"Hey! What are you talking about? Can't I sing just because I'm looking after my grandson?"
"Sure, sure. But weren't you a bit too good at disguising yourself?"
Zhang Jingyao felt like dying. Who was this? Zheng Qiuming! The hugely famous Zheng Qiuming! A renowned singer, a Veteran King of Singers! He once had three platinum records, countless awards, and heaps of classic songs. Who would have thought that this powerhouse, now in his fifties, would still participate in such a show, especially when he hadn't lost any of his strength, not showing the slightest sign of decline in his voice? How could anyone have guessed this?
It wasn't just him; the audience members were about to pop their eyes out.
