The Butler respectfully informed him that Fang Mo'er had gone to work.
Shi Mo's jaw moved slightly as he restrained the hostility in his body slightly. However, he still felt very hot.
The stage of the Spring Festival Gala was brightly lit.
In the control room, Fang Mo'er was making adjustments to all kinds of equipment.
She had completely put the unpleasantness from earlier out of her mind. However, her face was still cold and tense. She was not as approachable as usual.
"There are some flaws in this piece of music. It needs to be adjusted.
"The rest of the music should be more cheerful. Go and adjust it now."
Even though it was already close to perfection, Fang Mo'er continued to question everything.
The assistant who was beside her was already sweating profusely and quickly ran out to inform the vocal coach who was waiting to make the final adjustments.
Everyone was in a hurry.
