When Zhuang Zhuang heard that someone still needed to send gifts, she grew nervous again and couldn't help looking at Wang Yue.
Wang Yue smiled and nodded, saying jokingly, "Zhuang Zhuang, just go up there and sing. As long as you sing well, someone will definitely send you flowers!"
He paused, noticed that Zhuang Zhuang had not been comforted at all, and added, "If it really comes down to it, I can send flowers too. Boss Hu didn't say I couldn't!"
"Pfft!"
Little Northeast couldn't help laughing, but when he noticed that Boss Hu wasn't laughing, he quickly composed himself.
Boss Hu noticed that Little Northeast was deliberately keeping quiet, while Wang Yue remained so calm under the pressure he had imposed. He took it as Wang Yue's confidence, which only made him more curious about Zhuang Zhuang's song.
So, he suddenly smiled and said in somewhat awkward Mandarin, "I'm not a tiger. You don't need to be scared. If the singing really is good, I'll personally send flowers too!"
Zhuang Zhuang finally relaxed. Taking a deep breath, she walked onto the stage.
"Red Bean" was a beautiful song, though it was not especially suited to a bar setting. Still, Zhuang Zhuang was pretty, and she drew cheers from the entire venue as she sang.
Before she had even reached the halfway point, Zhuang Zhuang had already received more than a dozen bouquets. She immediately felt at ease, and sang the rest with greater care and richer emotion.
Zhuang Zhuang's singing skills were fairly good to begin with. She might not have been at a professional singer's level, but she was far above the average person.
And whenever someone sang with genuine feeling, it was especially infectious. The latter half of the song became even more captivating.
Since Boss Hu