The little one's superb singing sent the hall into a frenzy.
"Champion!"
"Champion!"
"Champion!"
The crowd's chants surged like a tidal wave, leaving the judges with troubled expressions.
In the audience, Wang Tiancai shouted, "What's happening? Isn't the championship mine?"
"Don't worry," Wang Wei said confidently. "The championship will definitely be yours."
"Why?" Qiu Yanyan, completely unaware of what Wang Wei had done behind the scenes, asked in confusion. "That little girl sang wonderfully. I've heard many children's songs, and none were as good as hers. She should be the champion, that's a fact."
Wang Wei shook his head. Although he was fond of despicable tactics, he adored his child and was devoted to his wife. "Yanyan, just relax. The best of everything will always go to you and our son."
Qiu Yanyan felt that something was amiss. Their conversation was completely drowned out by the roaring crowd. However, it didn't escape Wu Tian's ears.
