Yet the ethereal voice, tinged with a hint of huskiness, soon rang out amid the music, lightly brushing across everyone's hearts like a feather.
As the music rose from low to high, the singing followed every heavy beat, shifting from soft murmurs to soaring notes. The enthusiasm in the room was quickly ignited, the atmosphere grew better and better, and everyone became increasingly excited.
Under the dazzling lights that brightened and dimmed in turn, the spinning dance steps grew ever livelier. The flaring hems of the skirts seemed to sweep away all reservations, as though they intended to dance so joyfully forever without ever stopping.
In the private booths, everyone went from slowly savoring their wine and listening to the music to gulping down strong liquor, their eyes fixed eagerly on the stage as they shouted.
Onstage, Su Qiao had already risen from her chair. She snatched the microphone from its stand and sang at the top of her voice.
The drummer in the band behind her was flushed with excitement, pounding away rapidly with all his might. The others followed the rhythm closely as well.
The foreigners who had been shouting earlier, along with the young masters in the most prominent private booth at the front, all stared blankly at the stage.
One slender man in a gray suit vest quietly spoke up. "Young Master, those eyes are so beautiful. Do you really think she's blind?"
Chu Yihan had already straightened up. He craned his neck and looked up at the person onstage intently. When the man interrupted him, he shoved him away.
"Shut up! Can't you see that I'm listening to the song?"
When the song ended, the spinning dance steps below the stage had yet to stop, and the people craning their necks to watch had yet