Just about to stomp away.
But upon turning around, she found that outside the small VIP concert hall, people were already packed.
Everyone craning their necks, hoping to get a ticket inside.
The staff struggled to maintain order: "Sorry, only one ticket per person, please leave if you don't have one, and don't make loud noises."
Yet, the crowd was all ticketless, but no one was willing to leave—
"We'll just listen from outside."
"We promise not to make noise."
"We just want to quietly soak in the artistic atmosphere, please."
Jun Ruyi was stuck in the crowd, unable to move, rolling her eyes.
From what she knew, it was just a guitar concert, what kind of art? A joke?
However.
The crowd was continuously growing, with people from downstairs taking the elevator or stairs, lining up outside the concert hall in an orderly manner, with expressions of utmost reverence.
Jun Ruyi was utterly baffled.
