Nanny Wu, who had been waiting beside the stage, was still shaken, but she hurried over and helped Su Qiao backstage.
Everyone stared blankly at the corpse. For a while, no one dared move.
"What kind of person is that? Why did she jump from here?"
"Where did she fall from? What a gruesome fall."
"She's in that state—she must be dead, right?"
Someone looked up.
But no one could tell which floor the girl had fallen from.
The third floor consisted of private rooms. On the side facing the dance floor, each room had its own loft-style balcony, so guests could move chairs up there whenever they wanted to watch a performance.
The fourth floor and above were occupied by the hotel, with a circular corridor on every floor.
For the moment, no one could tell which floor the girl had come from.
However, since it had happened at Xianle Mansion, it was Xianle Mansion's problem.
One of the bolder guests stepped forward, brushed the hair away from the little girl's face, and exposed her features.
Sister Jin stepped forward for a look, then suddenly covered her mouth and cried out, "Oh! This little girl used to do handicrafts for our club. Her family forced her to become someone's concubine, and she couldn't bear it, so she jumped."
"Honestly, how could she be so foolish? Even if she couldn't bear it, she shouldn't have come to our place to jump! Isn't that infuriating?"
As she spoke, she apologetically addressed everyone. "I'm sorry, everyone, but we can't continue tonight. Please disperse. I'll make it up to all of you properly tomorrow night."
Someone had died. How could they continue having fun?
Although everyone felt somewhat displeased, they all found the mood ruined and left.
Before everyone had gone far, she