"...let's just forget it."
Five minutes had passed since Liu Xin'an's singing.
The silent Director Yang finally set his eyes on the clueless Liu Xin'an and uttered a sentence that made everyone present nod in agreement.
Son Seungwan also nodded, not that she understood, but seeing everyone nodding gravely, she felt that not joining in would make her seem out of place.
"Was it that bad?"
"Xin'an, it's not that it was bad, it's just that if you sing this song, I'm afraid it's going to affect your career."
Director Yang was dead serious. This was no laughing matter—if that song was actually performed on stage, it would be talked about for a lifetime.
But here's the problem: he definitely couldn't ridicule the whole segment just because of Liu Xin'an.
So...
Director Yang turned to look at the sound engineer, who was brimming with excitement, with a heavy heart.
This guy looked as if he'd found some new challenge to conquer.
"Xiao Li, can you fix his song?"
