The large rehearsal room was so quiet that only the sound of the air conditioning could be heard, and the cool indoor air instantly lowered the oppressive atmosphere to the extreme.
Fu Weiheng walked slowly to Su Wan's side, glaring at Guo Yao, and questioned, "I'm hosting a concert for my fiancée, and you're taking my salary. What right do you have to criticize?"
Guo Yao glanced at Su Wan in shock: "Fiancée..."
Su Wan said nothing, raising her eyes to look at the man standing beside her—handsome, cool, gentle, strong... Being next to him always seemed to bring peace of mind.
Even defending her with such blatant favoritism, he appeared utterly justified.
The room fell silent; no one dared to speak out, leaving Guo Yao to stand out as the one who spoke up.
Fu Weiheng glanced at the bass behind her, his tone slow and indifferent, with a hint of pressing emotion: "If Miss Guo feels that Hengyan is stifling your talent, you're welcome to seek opportunities elsewhere."
