Chapter 1489： Counterattack (9)

No matter what they do, they are showing affection, which is really enough.

Everyone laughed, Xia Xing stopped, and An Ziqi went backstage with her.

Back in the lounge, Xiao Meng had already watched the live broadcast just now.

I greeted An Ziqi in a hurry, "Good morning Mrs. Young."

An Ziqi waved her hand, motioning her not to care, and turned around curiously in the lounge.

"What's the situation? Didn't the company arrange Chen Rong for you?"

"Call him before going on the court, but I can't get through." Xia Xing said helplessly.

Xiao Meng hurriedly added, "A few minutes ago, the company called me. Chen Rong was hit by another car on the way to the TV station. There was a car accident, and the assistant and the driver were rushed to the hospital. ."

An Ziqi frowned, "How about people?"

All of them are artists under the umbrella of Huanyu, and the safety of their lives is the most important.

"Legs and arms have varying degrees of injury, but they are not serious. It will probably stop work for a few days." Xiao Meng replied.

An Ziqi nodded, as long as it is all right.

After thinking about it, "By the way, you go to the sound effects department and ask who made the song just now?"

Xia Xing prepared another song. If someone made trouble, or someone deliberately misplaced the song, she didn't want her to win the championship.

Xiao Meng naturally knew that Xia Xing was not preparing that song. She originally wanted to go to the show crew to settle the accounts. Now that the president and Mrs. Young are present to support her, she is full of momentum, and immediately went to the sound effects department to ask someone to question Up.

An Ziqi turned to Xingxia Xingdao, "Don't worry, I will let you win the championship today."

Xingxia Xingxiao, the matter is over, she doesn't care anymore.

Needless to say, you also know that because of An Ziqi and Xiao Moli, her off-court approval rate must be very high.

However, she is probably the first person in history to be the most popular but can't win the championship.

"Why did you come today?"

"I'll take my mouth to cheer for you." An Ziqi said with a smile, and curiously fiddled with the shiny decoration on the wall.

Xia Xing pursed his lips and smiled, and the two chatted in the lounge.

The length of the show was originally limited. In order to get the ratings, the program team interviewed An Ziqi and the others for a long time before speeding up the progress. It was just a simple interview or two.

When Zhou Lin performed at the end, she skipped the interview and only went on stage to sing, and then immediately let them off the stage.

Zhou Lin's whole body was about to explode, but there was no way to speak in front of the camera.

She was the last to perform. After the performance, the host said a few words and asked all the singers and the singing guests to come on stage together.

After each group of singers canvassed for the last time, the live audience voted, and then the live voting and off-site data were counted to calculate the ranking.

The number one singer and the guests in front sang two more words, and after the canvassing was over, it was Xia Xia Xing and their group.

Xia Xing said some words of thanks, and then gave the microphone to An Ziqi.

The audience in the audience shouted mischievously, "Sing one, sing one."

The barrage is also frantically brushed, singing one.

An Ziqi made a playful expression, "In order not to hurt everyone's ears, the task of canvassing votes is left to my son."

After finishing talking, Xiao Yining beckoned to the audience.

Xiao Yining's children's shoes gloriously lay down on the gun, and obediently stepped onto the stage and stood beside An Ziqi.