"I-I-I..."
Luo Hongyan's face turned red in a flash, blushing all the way to the roots of her ears.
Seeing her nervous.
Qin Feng waved his hand again and said, "I understand, it's all rumors. Don't take it to heart, there will be a solution. I came to tell you, don't worry about anything, just follow the original plan, and the concert will go on as scheduled."
"Can I still hold the concert?"
Luo Hongyan was somewhat incredulous.
Now.
She knew the power of public opinion, the power of cyber violence; these past few days, without anyone else's words, she herself knew her singing career was over.
"Of course, you can," Qin Feng said. "Don't worry, I promised to help you hold twelve perfect concerts, and I will make it happen."
"Yes!"
For some reason, these days, Jiang Zhongtian, Shen Lu had comforted her countless times.
But she was still on the verge of collapse.
And Qin Feng's few words were like a tranquilizer, instantly stabilizing her anxious heart.
