"She's competent," Tang Fei said, her voice carefully neutral. "She'll do well for certain promotional tracks."
Huo Wu, sensing the directive, made a note. Singer 11: Technically skilled. Commercial potential.
On the screen for Hall 1, a new actor took the stage. A young man, his performance was broad and theatrical, full of exaggerated gestures and a booming voice. It was the kind of acting meant for the back row of a large theater, not the intimate nuance of a camera lens.
Tang Fei watched, her head tilting. "He's… loud," she murmured, a faint crease appearing between her brows. It was a simple, almost childish critique, but it was the first genuine spark of her professional opinion she'd offered since Huo Ting Cheng's intervention.
