Questioning and Favoritism

However, Rong Qi on the stage finally spoke again.

With a determined gaze, Rong Qi looked directly at Rong Feiyu and spoke firmly, "Rong Feiyu, you said that you composed this piece. Can you answer a few questions I have?"

Caught off guard, Rong Feiyu's heart skipped a beat, and she reluctantly nodded under the gaze of the audience.

With a slight smile, Rong Qi asked, "First question, where did you write this composition?"

Rong Feiyu's mind was on edge, fearing that Rong Qi's questions might have traps. Rong Feiyu stammered, "I-I wrote it at home."

"Oh? And when did you finish writing it?"

"I-I spent over three months and put in a lot of effort to complete it."

"Then, may I ask, what inspired you to come up with such a wonderful melody?" Rong Qi's questions followed one after another, each sharper than the last.