After the first song was over, Xue Jing glanced at his friends beside him. When he saw their expressions, his slightly anxious heart eased.
Although he had seen the scoresheet of the first song before and had faith in Fang Zhao's ability, he had still been a little worried about the quality of Fang Zhao's official concert. But now, it seemed that it differed from his expectations.
Very good.
The few old folks that had come along with Xue Jing had also started some muted discussions.
One of them laughed as he said to Xue Jing, "If the coming songs are as good as this, your apprentice will be all settled!"
