—— [It can’t be, it can’t be? A national team athlete is playing a boy group dance song??]

  —— [What the hell, is this guy even popular? I’ve never heard of him, okay? Where did he appear from to support the Vase Fairy]

  —— [There are people out there who don’t know Lao Mu? Question Mark. Are kindergarten kids surfing the web now?]

  —— [Mother of god, it’s Lao Mu! He’s the record holder of China’s largest album sales and the record holder for the highest number of audience at a concert in China. You really don’t think he’s popular??]

  —— [Using the word popular to define Teacher Lao Mu is too insulting. Just buy a copy of any book regarding the history of modern Chinese music. This is a god-tier legend who takes up an entire chapter for creating a new genre, new rhythms, and new stage performance styles…… Let’s put it this way, if Sea7 is a junior, then Lao Mu is the ancestral god, understand?]

  It was shocking enough for the master to descend from heaven, not to mention he actually played along to someone else’s track!

  Immediately, the popularity of Sea7’s debut song, “focus”, began to surge as it swept through all three music playing platforms with unstoppable force.

  The little boy group that the self-depreciating fans had been supporting had, in fact, broke out of the circle!

  More people also began to realize how badass Xiang Yi is……

  Sanxian, electric guitar…… Two musical instruments with contrasting styles had been interpreted to the pinnacle of musical refinement in her hands.

  Unbelievable!

  In the manor……

  After watching the stream, Li Jianyu still had some trifles regarding the event. “Aiyo, why doesn’t the cameraman give more screen time to our Yimei? No, once she returns, I have to give her more screen time! And we’ll make her look like a beautiful goddess!”


  Shi Sui lazed in his sofa, Xiao Naofu imitating his movements as it’s fluffy body leaned against the sofa with it’s little paws sticking in the air, playing with its waving tail.

  As Xiang Yi was about to return soon, the atmosphere between the person and the cat became much more harmonious.

  Buzz—


  Shi Sui felt his phone vibrate.

  Picking it up, his dark eyebrows jerked up sharply.

  [Little Bunny]: Senior, my little uncle has asked me to go out drinking so I probably won’t be going home tonight. Please take care of Xiao Naofu o(*°▽°*)o

  Shi Sui gritted his teeth gently. Taking your little niece out for a drink this late at night?

  Good.

  Very good. ??

  The netizens in the stream noticed Shi Sui’s abnormality.

  —— [Eh? Is Shi Yingdi angry?]

  —— [Either way, you could tell he’s not happy……]

  —— [T_T Gege is so A when he’s like this! This sense of intimacy is so strong, I feel like he will slam me into a wall any second!!]

  —— [Stop talking, I can feel my unborn baby kicking!!!]

  Outside a certain private bar in Nan Cheng.

  This bar was owned by Xiang Yu’s friend and was not open to the public. Only people in their circle could enter as it had an excellent degree of privacy.

  Xiang Yi opened her WeChat. Just now, she had added all the members of Sea7 and they had formed a chat group. At this time, the notification from their group was at the top. She clicked it open to see the members sharing screenshots of their increasing number of fans on Weibo as they chatted, even sparking an emoji battle.

  Her lips curled up as she returned to her home page and made a voice call to her uncle.

  Inside the bar.

  Xiang Feng had just poured a glass of dark liquid for his third nephew who had returned from overseas while answering Xiang Yi’s call. “Xiao Qi, try this red wine from ’82!”


  “.…… stupid.” What kind of red wine has bubbles? This is obviously coke.

  A sexy and gorgeous voice made people’s ears soften as soon as he opened his mouth. His burgundy shirt and tie had long been pulled loose, revealing a cold, fair, and attractive collar bone.

  “Little Xiang Yi, just come in, we’re at the bar table……”


  Xiang Qi raised his eyes and looked at him sharply. “Why are you asking her to come here?”


  Coldly, he muttered, “How disappointing.”