C971 Invitation from Old Master

A few drops of sweat dripped down from Xu Zhe's forehead. Why did this guy come and go blame himself?

Was he that good on purpose? He was forced!

If he performed poorly on the live broadcast, it would be embarrassing in front of millions of people!

"I don't want to either, but that was a live broadcast." Xu Zhe said helplessly.

"After saying such words