In the room, the only ones not crying were Zhou Jing and Zou Wenying.
They glanced at each other, both eyes filled with enormous shock.
Why can that starving ghost sing so well?
Damn, he made the whole audience cry, how the hell are we supposed to compete with that?
After the shock, Zou Wenying reluctantly thought about that watch, feeling full of regret.
Zhou Jing, on the other hand, had bloodshot eyes, biting his teeth while glaring at Qin Hao,
his gaze filled with disbelief and hatred.
As a semi-professional singer, it was his first time being defeated in his domain.
And the one who defeated him just happened to be his romantic rival, and a penniless slob who only knew how to eat!
Qin Hao turned with the microphone, seeing the teary-eyed audience, and sighed desolately: "Why the fuss, when I was young and wanted to impress girls, I practiced singing diligently for a month."
"Pfft!"
