Talent was the kind of thing that made ordinary people green with envy!
Only professional singers knew just how difficult it was to sing this song with the kind of feeling Ye Chen had conveyed.
Su Ningwei was once again stunned by Ye Chen's voice and talent. Her gaze toward him was filled with tender admiration, and the love she could barely conceal was practically palpable.
Ke An, Xin Fan, Cheng Tong, and the others admired Ye Chen even more now and held him in even greater esteem.
Huang Lin, meanwhile, lost his usual composure and turned into a die-hard Ye Chen fan, clapping and cheering excitedly for him backstage!
Lou Huo, on the other end of the video call, was naturally just as shocked!
He had never expected Ye Chen's song Moonlight to not only meet every requirement, but to be even more difficult—a flawless performance beyond reproach!
He had wanted to make things difficult for Ye Chen and humiliate him, yet Ye Chen had put on another brilliant display and gained another great song that would be hard to surpass.
He had truly tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to bait it, needlessly tipping Ye Chen over four hundred thousand.
Lou Huo's face turned livid with rage. He stood up and tore the papers in his hand into tiny pieces, then viciously kicked the chair. Unfortunately, he struck its metal leg and immediately howled while clutching his foot in pain.
The Pineapple Phone on the table, which was connected to the livestream, was knocked onto the floor as well. Its screen shattered and went black, cutting him directly off from Ye Chen's livestream connection.
Lou Huo felt as though his toes were about to break. For a moment, he could not tell whether