An ethereal yet slightly hoarse voice soon rang out amid the music, gently passing through everyone's hearts like a feather.
The music went from low to high, and the singing matched every heavy rhythm, and also went from low chanting to high notes. The enthusiasm of the scene was quickly ignited, the atmosphere became better and better, and everyone's interest became higher and higher.
Under the dazzling, flickering lights, the dancing steps became more and more brisk, and the flipping hems of the skirt seemed to have swept away all worries, as if she wanted to keep dancing happily like this, never stopping.
In the private seats, everyone went from slowly sipping wine and listening to music to drinking strong liquor in big gulps, looking eagerly towards the stage and shouting.
On the stage, Su Qiao had stood up from his chair, took the microphone off the stand, and sang to his heart's content.
The drummer in the band behind had an excited look on his face and played very fast, and the others followed the rhythm closely.
The few foreigners who had been shouting before and the young men sitting in the front seats were all staring blankly at the stage.
One of the thin men in a gray suit and vest whispered, "Master, such beautiful eyes, do you think she is really blind?"
Chu Yihan had already sat up straight at this time, stretched his neck, and looked up at the people on the stage seriously. When he heard him interrupt, he pushed him away.
"Shut up! Can't you see I'm listening to music?"
After the song was over, the audience's dancing had not stopped, and the people who were craning their necks to watch had not yet come to their senses.
Under the guidance of Wu Ma, Su Qiao returned the guitar to the guitarist, walked off the stage and went backstage.
Tang Meina, who was standing on the aisle on the other side of the stage, was clenching her hands tightly and her face was ashen.
"Sister Luo... is she singing well or badly?" The maid Amber was a little confused and annoyed.
"Are you blind too?"
Tang Meina was so angry that she pushed her hard and turned away.
"Humph, do you really think this stage is so easy to get on? Wait, she will suffer."
A blind man actually dared to follow her. He was really out of his mind. I'm afraid he won't even know how he died in the end.
"With so many people staring at the stage and cheering, this must be a good song, right?"
After she finished speaking, Amber immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she quickly covered her mouth and chased after him.
At this time, Su Qiao had already sat in front of the dressing table.
Sister Jin had someone quickly bring her a cup of ginseng tea to moisten her throat, and then went on stage to socialize.
Did you see the most conspicuous table in front of the left side of the stage just now
Su Qiao ignored the gazes from all around him, held the teacup in both hands and drank tea slowly, while his mind was recalling the scene he had just seen on the stage.
The target was quickly locked.
"The second-generation rich guy who wears a flowery shirt and a jacket and looks cynical?"
You have a sharp eye. Yes, I'm talking about him, your man.
Su Qiao felt a little unhappy.
At first glance, you can tell that guy is someone who only cares about eating, drinking and having fun all day long.
"Are we in the wrong place?"
Even if I didn't come to the wrong place, I definitely got the wrong script.
It would be fine if she was a blind singer, but her husband was a second-generation rich man who only cared about eating, drinking and having fun and was not doing his job properly. Isn't this the wrong script
Shouldn't he be in a miserable state and wait for her to rescue him
How come you started out at such a high level
"Xiao Qiao! Get ready quickly and go out and sing two more foreign songs. The noise down there is getting really loud."