"Mr. Shen, I'm really sorry, but could you ask your panda to be a little quieter? The audience is only watching the panda; no one's paying attention to the actual talent show. We can't let this continue." Feeling he had no other choice, Li Yinchen pleaded with Shen Yibin through his earpiece.
"Hah'Er, sit down and be good. When we get home, we'll keep grilling lamb skewers and drinking beer." 'That's right,' he thought. 'This talent show is to find an owner for Cheeky. We can't let this get in the way of our real purpose.'
"Mhm! Mhm!" The temptation of lamb skewers and beer was irresistible. Hearing this, Hah'Er immediately sat bolt upright. Like a schoolboy, he put his paws behind his back, puffed out his chest, and stared at the stage without moving a muscle.
"Contestant, you may begin singing now." The host was once again on the verge of tears. 'First the parrot, now the Panda... one after another, they're all more popular than me. This is just too cruel!'
