Imperial Music Hall was witnessing an unprecedented spectacle.
The main floor concert hall, capable of holding ten thousand people, was empty; instead, it was the tiny hall on the top floor that was packed, layer upon layer, with people.
Moreover, the crowd was desperately pushing from the main floor to the top floor.
Qin Wenrou kept playing with a sinking feeling; her best performance style hadn't even come out yet, what if everyone left?
She gritted her teeth and lifted her leg.
Her short skirt flipped up instantly.
As expected, a wave of gasp erupted from the audience:
"Ah— did that girl on stage just flash us... was it intentional?"
"No kidding, lifting that high, if not intentional, was she cramping?"
"Wow, what's she trying to do?"
"Is she here to play piano or sell something?"
Though the comments weren't friendly, at least they caught everyone's attention, didn't they?
Qin Wenrou took a deep breath, pushed backward, and the piano bench slid back a little with her.
