851 Luo Luo's Input

Xia Ling's voice reverberated on stage. It was heavenly and elegant like the sound of nature.

Everyone watching her live broadcast was mesmerized as if they were enchanted by something mysterious. Gradually, they realized that she had surpassed Zheng Chenhao by many levels because, in their eyes, Zheng Chenhao no longer existed. Even when Zheng Chenhao sang, their eyes were fixed on Xia Ling's movements, anticipating her singing voice and admiring her goddess-like stance.

In their hearts, she was a goddess.

As for Zheng Chenhao? He was nothing. As a heavenly king, he was probably a clown behind her horse.

Zheng Chenhao was completely suppressed by Xia Ling on the same stage.