"Move," Xi Zhiheng said coldly without any expression.
Li Yuwei did not expect Xi Zhiheng to say this one word, especially not in such a heartless manner. He didn't even leave her with any pride.
Out of all the female artistes present, she could be considered as the most famous one. Apart from her, she didn't know who had the right to speak to Xi Zhiheng.
"Young Master Xi, I'm simply asking you to give me some critique." Since she had already stepped forward, Li Yuwei was determined to soothe the awkwardness; otherwise, the people behind her would laugh at her.
"Young Master Xi, my performance--"
Without taking a look at her, Xi Zhiheng replied, "I don't remember it."