Chu Nian deliberately asked, "What, is Tian Siyin going to dance at the press conference?"

Xiao Li said, "It's not about dancing. I heard she's going to sing a duet with Jiang Xinpeng." Then, realizing something was off, he asked curiously, "By the way, Miss, how did you know that Tian Siyin would be performing at the press conference?"

Chu Nian: "When our company booked this place for a press conference, did you hear that a bunch of celebrities across the street were going to hold press conferences?"

Xiao Li: "No, Tiandi Film and Television only booked that lobby across the street this morning."

Chu Nian: "So, they decided to hold the press conference in A206 only after they heard that we were going to hold it in A205?"

Xiao Li was a little confused by her conclusion, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "Anyway, they just booked that hall this morning to hold the press conference."

Chu Nian suddenly asked, "Who owns Tiandi Film and Television?"

Xiao Li paused for a moment, then said, "The boss is from Tongjia Road."

"Tong Jialu?" Chu Nian murmured. There didn't seem to be such a character in the story she'd received; he was probably just a minor character. She then asked, "What's his relationship with Yun Fan?"

Xiao Li asked curiously, "How do you know he's related to Young Master Yun? I heard they're childhood friends, they've been playing together since they were little, they're really close."

Chu Nian chuckled. If it weren't for Yun Fan's involvement, why would they have thought of promoting Tian Siyin? All that talk about her being highly regarded by Jiang Xinpeng and even singing with him at the press conference was just a publicity stunt orchestrated by Tiandi Films to promote Tian Siyin.

Xiao Li followed her into the elevator and said, "Miss, Mr. Lin's idea is that since they want to sing, then we shouldn't sing..."

Chu Nian said, "If you don't want to sing, do you want to dance instead? I can dance too."

Xiao Li's lips twitched, and he quickly said, "No, what President Lin means is, let's not... let's not do this anymore, they're all very professional..."

“I’m a professional too,” Chu Nian interrupted him coldly.

Xiao Li could only shut his mouth with a bitter face, silently praying for his boss, Mr. Lin: "Mr. Lin, it's not that I didn't say it, it's that I did say it but Miss really disagreed, and Miss's aura today was too strong, like she had everything under control... uh, a mysterious confidence?!"

The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and Chu Nian stepped out first.

Xiao Li followed closely behind, stealing a glance at Chu Nian. Seeing that Chu Nian remained calm and composed, without any sign of panic, he thought for a moment and then said, "Miss, that Jiang Xinpeng is a student of the piano master Claude Wood..."

Chu Nian interrupted him, "I don't know who Clot Wood is." The plot didn't explain it, and the original owner didn't like vocal music and never paid attention to it. In her world, it seemed that only her relationship with Chen Tianchi mattered; she was a typical love-obsessed person.

Xiao Li had a bit of a headache, but he still dutifully introduced Crott Wood and his equally famous apprentice Jiang Xinpeng.

Chu Nian said, "I understand. Anyway, they are very strong and famous in music, right?"

Xiao Li quickly nodded and said, "Yes."

Chu Nian: "What does this have to do with me?"

Xiao Li twitched the corner of his mouth and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Miss, are you... are you going to have a singing contest with someone later?"

Chu Nian: "Just focus on doing our own thing and mind your own business."

Xiao Li looked a little confused.

Chu Nian: "What I mean is, don't focus on how strong others are, but on how strong you are, understand?"

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at A205.

A slightly overweight middle-aged man in a suit walked over; it was Mr. Lin.

Upon seeing him, Chu Nian immediately said, "Dad, shouldn't you replace this assistant? He's been boosting others' morale and diminishing our own the whole way."

Mr. Lin looked at Xiao Li behind her and saw Xiao Li looking at him with a bitter expression. He glared at him and scolded, "Xiao Li, what's wrong with you? How can you boost others' morale while belittling your own?"

Little Li was almost in tears. "I was just following your orders, wasn't I?" he said, nodding repeatedly. "Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I was wrong. I'll correct myself in the future..."

"Alright, hurry up and go greet the reporters!" Mr. Lin quickly waved him away.

Seeing Xiao Li run away like he was fleeing for his life, Chu Nian felt helpless. She turned around and met Lin's father's beaming, obsequious face: "Daughter, I heard that the other side of the street today..."

Chu Nian: "The plan remains the same."

Just kidding. The news had already been leaked to those reporters. Now they're changing the plans at the last minute. It's obvious they're afraid of those minor celebrities on the other side. She used to be a movie queen, you know. How many times has she tried to steal the spotlight? She's not afraid of anyone!

Mr. Lin, who had initially intended to offer some words of advice, was completely speechless at her sudden surge of anger, and his face turned pale. He now understood why Ms. Li had looked so ashamed when she saw him earlier.

Although Lin Nian sometimes made some strange requests in the past, Xiao Li always handled them with ease, so it was never the case that Xiao Li's face turned pale.

Faced with his daughter like this, Mr. Lin was a little apprehensive and muttered, "What if the reporters are all attracted by the singing on the other side?" That would be a slap in the face to his daughter, no, it should be said that it would be a slap in the face to the entire Lin family and even the Lin Corporation. At that time, the stock price that we have been trying to support might not be able to hold up anymore.

Chu Nian said, "I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of! Don't worry, even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you! Alright, you can go ahead and do your work, you don't need to stay with me."

Mr. Lin's mouth tasted bitter: "Am I here to keep you company? I want you to give up, but you won't listen at all..."

"Go!" Seeing that he was still staring blankly with a constipated expression, Chu Nian urged him.

Mr. Lin left quickly.

Once he was a distance away, he finally felt free to breathe again: What was going on? How could a father like him be afraid of his own daughter? Sigh!

Regardless, the press conference that was originally planned was held as scheduled.

When the reception first started, there were hardly any reporters in the hall. No wonder, with so many celebrities across the way, who wouldn't want to chase those headlines? The few reporters remaining were mostly from economic media outlets, limiting their readership to a specific group, making it difficult for the news to truly spread.

Mr. Lin and the other two executives had no choice but to bite the bullet and start chatting with the few reporters they could.

After about half an hour of awkward conversation, the previously noisy hall across the street suddenly fell silent, and then a clear and melodious singing voice could be heard.

The hall immediately fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. After a moment, a reporter couldn't help but ask, "I heard that today's press conference is to clarify the rumors circulating online that Ms. Lin lacks even the most basic singing and dancing skills, is that right?"