"What are you looking at?" Chang Zhiqing suddenly inquired, her tone tinged with displeasure.
"It sounds terrible, don't you think?" Yang Ruoqian snapped out of his reverie. "How can someone with this level of skill dare to sing here? Aren't they afraid of embarrassment?"
Despite saying this, Yang Ruoqian still took note of the appearance of these two individuals—perhaps, if fate allowed, he could recruit them into the company. With their abilities, they could surely earn a good sum within the system.
Cheng Yu Group... noted.
"What does it have to do with you whether they sing well or not?" Chang Zhiqing's face remained displeased. "Let's go!"
"Okay, okay, let's go..."
And so, Yang Ruoqian was led by Chang Zhiqing to wander around the comic convention, observing various booths while she incessantly introduced her favorite works and characters.