Chapter 894

"Boss..." Xiǎo Gāo clutched his guitar, looking at Chen Jianhao with a gaze full of unease. He had just finished singing two songs: one was his personal favorite, Lu Chen's "The You of the Same Desk," and the other was a piece he took great pride in. Normally, Xiǎo Gāo performed his own work with total confidence and easily won over the audience. But performing in front of Lu Chen, he hadn't felt the slightest bit of assurance; the anxiety of success or failure had actually hindered his performance. Truth be told, he wanted to slap himself. He had dreamt of this moment countless times, but now that the dream had become reality, he had performed poorly.