After Lin Fan finished singing a song, everyone was astounded; it was incredible that someone could sing so beautifully. The audience was floored, and applause thundered through the room.
Compared to Lin Fan, Hua Yiwu seemed far worse off. Despite being formally trained, Hua Yiwu was outclassed by the amateur Lin Fan by a mile.
"Thank you, everyone, for your applause. I'm just an amateur with limited skills. For professional singing, you should turn to the formally trained Brother Yiwu." Lin Fan quipped before leaving.
This stirred laughter throughout the hall.
"Haha, so ironic!"
"Formally trained? I don't think Hua Yiwu even deserves to carry his shoes!"
"Without comparison, there's no harm done!"
Hua Yiwu's face turned red with embarrassment, wishing he could disappear, feeling utterly humiliated and ashamed.
