However, that was impossible.
She had watched many times the song videos Su Qiao had posted online for publicity.
Whether it was the lyrics, the score, the song's chord progression, or the stage background effects, everything was outstanding, even surpassing many first-rate singers.
On top of that, Su Qiao had her unique, lightly husky voice, dazzling appearance, cool and distant yet slightly melancholic air, and steady stage presence. Bai Zhilan, who had only just debuted, simply could not compare with her.
Sister Yang had already given up hope for today's press conference and the album sales that would follow.
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Meanwhile, after finishing her song and giving a bow, Su Qiao returned to her temporary dressing room backstage.
Her bottom had barely touched the seat when the door was pushed open again.
Su Qiao frowned. She had just been about to see which idiot had pushed the door open without even knocking, but when she turned around, she unexpectedly saw Lu Jingheng.
She set down the insulated teacup in her hand and rolled her eyes at him unhappily. "This is backstage. Unrelated people aren't allowed in."
Lu Jingheng stood at the doorway without saying a word, his dark eyes fixed intently on her.
A thousand words seemed to be lodged in his chest. He wanted to ask, but after opening his mouth several times, he still couldn't get the words out.
Seeing him standing there blankly, neither coming in nor leaving, with a heavy look in his eyes, Su Qiao found it rather strange.
"What exactly are you here for? If you have something to say, say it. If not, leave."
Lu Jingheng opened his mouth and finally managed to force out a sentence. "You... You were completely different before and now..."
If she had been the way she was