"Kid, if you can't stand it, scram. Don't be an eyesore here. If you can play, then show us by playing a piece yourself."
An audience member disdainfully said to Ning Fan.
Xu Xiaoqing was too lazy to bother with Ning Fan now. Let him fend for himself. She tried to help him out of kindness, but he didn't appreciate it at all and even dared to say that Huo Qiuran's playing was not good—he was hopeless.
She snorted coldly, crossed her arms and sat aside, ignoring him completely, even pretending she didn't know Ning Fan.
Zhou Jiangming watched Ning Fan with interest, mockingly said, "That's not a bad idea, Ning Fan. Didn't you say it lacked a bit of charm?"
"Since you said it's lacking, why don't you play something and shut everyone up?"
"Show us if you can play!"
"Play something!"
"Play something…"
The crowd, eager to see what would happen, echoed Zhou Jiangming's words, causing a wave of voices to rise and fall within the hall.
"How amusing."
