The reasons were varied, but everyone moved in unison, all hurriedly heading outside.
The empty concert hall was left with only Duanmu Heiying and Mrs. Qin.
Duanmu Heiying was filming Qin Wenrou with a camcorder, clearly satisfied: "Rou'er, not bad, keep going."
Whether there was an audience or not didn't matter to him. His goal was to record Qin Wenrou's performance in the luxurious hall and then burn it onto a disc. In this way, he could spread it everywhere, whether online or in reality, with his name as the composition guide, Duanmu Heiying, included.
But Qin Wenrou was different. What she cared about was the fame of this concert. At this moment, she no longer had the heart to continue. Biting her lip, she said, "Teacher, wait a moment."
She took a step and ran towards the door.
She was determined to see what everyone was rushing for.
Mrs. Qin followed behind, jogging with a limp: "Rou'er, slow down! Oh dear, you're wearing too little, it's very cold. Put on a coat…"
