"Holy crap... is he wearing women's clothes?"

Zhang Heng, who was drinking water, almost spat it out and couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath.

"Has he drunk a few ounces of fake liquor? Does the young master of the Xin family in Hong Kong have no shame?"

"You came dressed like this?"

Luo Buqing, who also had long hair, looked horrified.

"Sigh, maybe he thinks he's very handsome. There aren't many abstract-style celebrities like him in South Korea."

"Like that Kwon Ji-nong..."

Wang Chang shook his head slightly and remained silent.

Xin Zuo suddenly walked into the meeting room.

Zhang Han, Hu Haibin, and the others, who were sitting in chairs, looked at each other and reluctantly got up to greet them.

After all, I might hold a concert in Hong Kong Island in the future.

Even if they were extremely dissatisfied with Young Master Xin Zuo's lateness, no one dared to express it openly.

What if the Xin family suddenly cuts off the power to themselves, and the concert can't go on...?

"Hello, Mr. Xin Zuo, I am Wang Yueheng, the composer and rehearsal coordinator of this choral song."

"Time is of the essence, but now that you're here, let's quickly continue practicing."

Wang Yueheng got up and walked over to the artist who arrived late, offering a simple welcome.

"Are you Wang Yueheng?"

Upon hearing this, Xin Zuo looked him up and down.

Then, he suddenly blurted out excitedly, "I heard you're very good at kung fu. I've also practiced for a few years. How about we have a spar here and see who's better?"

"Holy crap, what kind of thought process is this..."

"Are you kidding me? This is a rehearsal for the opening ceremony performance. What's with this martial arts sparring session right away?"

Zhang Heng and the others were speechless again.

Xin Zuo's words were also recorded in their entirety by the CCTV cameraman who was following behind Wang Yueheng.

The young cameraman was so startled by Xin Zuo's sudden remark that he almost coughed.

"When we have time after rehearsals, our top priority is to rehearse this song well."

"Everyone else can sing it, except you."

"Director Yang and the others should have given you the sheet music, right?"

Wang Yueheng directly rejected the other party's request for a sparring match and stared at Xin Zuo, asking a question.

"It was given..."

Upon hearing that Wang Yueheng had directly rejected his request for a sparring match, Xin Zuo's face returned to its usual stern expression.

"But I heard that you just told Minister Wen and the others not to wait for me and that everyone should go to rehearse first?"

"Don't worry, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm not petty."

"I just want to tell you that I, Xin Zuo, am a competitive man!"

"What I've lost, I will take back! Whoever looks down on me, I will make them regret it!"

Xin Zuo looked at Wang Yueheng, then suddenly raised his right index finger and solemnly recited a line.

Despite saying that, the other person's expression and eyes showed a completely calculating look.

Xin Zuo's words suddenly made the atmosphere in the rehearsal room tense.

Zhang Han and others were even considering whether to come and try to persuade him.

What if the two of them disagree and actually start fighting?

After all, one of them is a member of the Chinese Quyi Artists Association, and the other is the son of the Xin family.

If word gets out that the falling out in the rehearsal room, maybe none of them will be able to get on the Asian Games stage!

"First of all, I never said that."

"Secondly, Mr. Xin Zuo, no one here looks down on you, may we begin practicing singing?"

Wang Yueheng took a deep breath and tried his best to maintain a polite attitude.