The prelude ended quickly.
Song Qingyou took advantage of this gap and threw her coat on the ground.
"Aaahhhhhhh!!!!!"
As the crowd cheered louder and louder, the fast-paced drumming continued.
Song Qingyou strode forward with her long legs. Her every move seemed casual, but in fact, every move was on the right rhythm. Everything was under control, and her aura was unexpectedly powerful.
Even if it was just a dance move that prohibited talking, it could arouse the cheers of the audience.
Su Rong, who was sitting in the VIP seats, didn't expect Song Qingyou to be so powerful.
"Song Qingyou's stage presence is better than yours. If she were a singer, even if her singing wasn't that good, she would still have a bunch of diehard fans."
Su Rong didn't get a response and couldn't help but turn to look at Yu Muhuai, who had changed into another outfit.
