Every time I listen, it's like an audiovisual treat.
Although these kids don't know what they're singing, it doesn't stop them from finding it pleasant; each one quieted down and stopped being noisy.
Wen Shu's song had a magic that could make people involuntarily quiet down and listen attentively.
The Holy Heart had never been this quiet.
But this tranquility lasted only for a while. Soon after, many reporters were crowding the entrance because the door was closed, and they could only take pictures at the entrance, unable to get in.
At the sight of them, Tong Yan was utterly dumbfounded.
It was supposed to be a private charity performance; how could there be so many reporters?
If the reporters caught photos of Wen Shu, her, and the movie emperor, who knows what kind of tragic love story they would write?
Walking around just seems to cause trouble, basically a mobile scandal machine.
