Qi Mohan seems to have never heard of it.

The next second, the sound of the piano was melodious, and the song "Autumn Whisper" calmed the entire audience, as if there was a magic power, and the jumping notes danced beside the woman.

The strings and bows collided, and the wonderful music went from near to far, calm and proudly deserted.

This song incorporates her own opinions, the piano music is united, and the different feelings are like gurgling springs blend into everyone present.

Even the cleaning lady who doesn't understand music hides in the corner, her face full of stunning.

Qi Mohan was attracted by the sound of the piano and looked up at the center of the stage.

The woman under the light was quiet and elegant, with her long and thick eyelashes trembling and slightly hanging, and she casts invisible under her eyelids, blocking the emotions in her eyes that cannot hide the agility that belongs to her, like an elf, and the sound of the piano was the golden powder falling when her wings shaking.

Seeing his gaze, Qu Xitang slowly raised his eyes.

The two of them met each other in the air, and a profound smile appeared on their lips.

After the song was over, the scene fell into a long silence.

Qu Xitang stood up and left, thinking that he was going to mess up, but Qi Mohan raised his hand and made a crisp applause. The others woke up like a dream, and the thunderous applause rolled in, deafening.

Seeing this, the oil tycoon even shouted at a loud voice, "Okay! Great!!"

After the fashion show, Smith took all the designers of his works to the stage for interviews from reporters.

As the opening cellist, Qu Xitang stood in the corner and watched quietly.

The question at the beginning was nothing more than the inspiration and theme style of the fashion show. Later, somehow the topic turned to the opening fiddler.

"Mr. Smith, I heard that the cellist I originally booked was a national performer from N countries, why did he temporarily change to this one..."

"Her name is Qu Xitang."

Seeing the reporter asking the question, Smith looked puzzled and planned to deal with it casually and stammered, and deliberately emphasized his tone and introduced Qu Xitang's name.

"Then why did I change into Miss Qu temporarily? Will there be any ulterior motives in this? As far as we know, N Country brought two cello players this time."

The reporter's sharp eyes stopped on Qu Xitang. She had not changed her dress yet, and she was as beautiful as a proud black swan, noble and elegant.

"The cello players in N countries are very skilled in this way, which is obvious to us. Unfortunately, there is some surprise on the spot that neither of them can play on stage. I feel very sorry for comparing it."

It’s impossible to announce to the public that the two performers are fighting in the background, right?

Isn’t this trampling the face of N countries under your feet?

The reporter asked a tricky question, and if he was not careful, he would involve international questions. Smith answered carefully, and the smile on his face obviously became a little more alienated.

"Since we can't perform on stage, I wonder if we can interview these two cello performers, after all, we have traveled thousands of miles to M Country."

Seeing that Smith could not find any eye-catching topics, the male reporter refused to give up and said he wanted to meet him and asked questions.

Other reporters did not bother to watch the fun, especially when they noticed the hesitation between Smith's eyebrows, and then started to stir up strongly.

Invisible pressure came quietly, trying to make Smith compromise in this way.

"I think they didn't go on stage to open, and I feel extremely regretful. Why bother with the fire?"

Smith seemed particularly calm in the face of the reporters' disturbances, and this sentence had two meanings.

They both tactfully refuse and secretly blame them for their own actions to report.

The reporters were all very smart, so how could they not hear the obvious meaning in his words?

"Why would I introduce to you the designer of the finale work, BSRT." Smith saw that no one came forward again and planned to introduce to you the girls around her.

"Mr. Smith, why don't you let me come out to face my media friends?!"

Before Smith finished speaking, Movaske, a cellist from N countries, had already stepped onto the stage, and the simple fixation on his wrist was particularly eye-catching.

She wrapped several layers of white gauze, which made the reporters turn the camera and point it at her to take a photo.

Under Smith's frown, Movaske walked past Qu Xitang.

Qu Xitang felt her hostile eyes, and a deep meaning flashed through her eyes.

"Everyone has seen it. What is the reason why I can't go on stage? There was an accident on the spot. I wonder if someone deliberately did it to attract attention.

Mr. Smith said it was an accident, but I didn’t think so. It was a dream for many people to open this fashion show... It’s a pity that I am only one step away from this light.”

Movaske took a deep breath, tears actually appeared in his eyes.

She held the microphone in one hand and portrayed herself as a helpless victim, pointing the finger directly at Qu Xitang.

"Miss Qu, don't you have anything to say?"

The scene was in an uproar, and the guests and audience who had not left had strange eyes like millions of sharp swords, stabbing Qu Xitang.

Qu Xitang, who was inexplicably caught in the shooting, had no expression on her face. She turned her head and looked at Movaske meaningfully, and the coldness on her eyebrows was frozen.

Everyone in the backstage knew what was going on. Movaske came to the stage to complain at this time, and pushed her the fault that she could not go on stage, implying that everyone was injured was not an accident.

"Everyone..."

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Smith wanted to speak to defend Qu Xitang, but was interrupted by Movaske's crying voice.

"My replacement and I are here to represent the country this time, and it is a symbol of friendship. Unexpectedly... Mr. Smith, you don't know that people's hearts are complicated. Our fashion week is so popular that someone has the intention to become famous."

"you……"

Smith was speechless by her words. Is he calling him stupid and unable to see through Qu Xitang's conspiracy?!

"Miss Qu..."

Obviously, the reporters were moved by Movaske's seemingly righteous words. They turned to Qu Xitang's eyes and looked a little more disdainful, and they questioned them in a tone, as if they wanted to stand up for her.

Qi Mohan, sitting in the audience, had a serious expression, as if the bottomless black eyes in the deep pool were filled with ripples of worry.

The oil tycoon sitting beside him shivered with a cold aura, "Mr. Qi, can you be the one who is on the stage..."

The oil tycoon wanted to joke that he was calm and ignorant, but he didn't dare to speak and put it back. The momentum that came to his face pressed his second half of the sentence was like a fish bone stalking on his neck, and he watched him push the wheelchair and slowly climbing onto the stage.

Without time to stop, I felt my body suddenly relax. The fish bone stuck in my throat turned into a long sigh. I turned around in confusion and looked at the assistant and Qiu Song sitting behind me and asked:

"The little girl who was playing the show just now was the girl on the stage. Who was it? Why did Mr. Qi react so much? I was so scared."
Chapter completed!