The broadcast hall was silent as a graveyard.
Xu Lian'er looked at Qu Feitai's handsome and cold face, rendered speechless for a moment.
Although she was not as skilled in music as Qu Feitai, she was also a singer. The songs she had put so much effort into creating were like her own children. There might even be a special meaning behind this song. It was one thing for others to sing it behind her back, but to sing it in front of her, for someone as nitpicky and severe about cleanliness as Qu Feitai, it might be unbearable.
But it was too much to say that about a young girl in front of everyone.
He had made the young girl cry. Didn't she have any dignity?
