An Xiaxia turned to look at Su Xiaomo.
She looked as if her entire soul had been sucked out of her. Sitting there, she stopped reacting to anything.
They were sitting close enough to the stage to make out all the faces up there.
What the host said might have been able to fool the audience in the areas behind them, but not them.
That genteel teenager who had given Chi Yuanfeng a hand, but who was then forced off the stage by that terrible woman, could only have been him!
How could they possibly take him for anyone else?
Even so, An Xiaxia still didn't want to believe it. She bit her lip and said, "We could have made a mistake…"
Her voice was trembling so much that she couldn't even convince herself.
Su Xiaomo burst into tears.
The music of the concert thumped in her ears, but her world had just gone as quiet as a hopeless night.
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The hospital.
