Those appreciating the concert, as well as the maestros providing the accompaniment.
Were suddenly stunned by the scene before their eyes.
Chairs flying about in the air, sweeping towards them.
"Mother—"
Screams enveloped the entire venue.
What elegance, what music, what refinement, all vanished in that moment like smoke.
Everyone, without exception, panicked and sprinted towards the exit.
Slam.
Slam, slam!
The chairs all smashed down upon the platform.
The audience and musicians, alike, scattered and fled.
The concert hall quieted down.
As silent as death.
Nangong Ziwei, with an expression as calm as ever, as if nothing at all had transpired before her eyes.
Numb, yet composed.
She slowly turned around.
"Mr. Fang, what do you think of me?"
Her eyes shone with anticipation.
To let Fang Yu see her clearly, she even stepped backwards, lifting her arms.
Her imposing and steady demeanor, destined her to be no ordinary woman.
