Song Weiyi, dressed in a black figure-hugging long skirt, arrived on time at the venue where Lin Miaoyu was performing at seven o'clock.
Around the venue, promotional slogans were everywhere: "The youngest piano artist in history, Miss Lin Miaoyu's debut performance."
On the poster, Lin Miaoyu wore a white floor-length gown that showcased her curvaceous figure to the fullest.
And leaning against the piano, the black body of the piano, the white keys, matched the gentle and moving Lin Miaoyu perfectly.
Song Weiyi looked at the poster of Lin Miaoyu with her exquisite and stunning makeup and couldn't help but sigh, "Little Auntie is really too amazing."
Compared to the artistic pursuit of piano, Song Weiyi's talents could only be said to be in martial arts, better than the average girl's; but when it came to artistic cells, Song Weiyi had few, and the thought alone made her feel somewhat embarrassed.
