"Who could possibly be worthy of redeeming Young Master Le?"
"Could it be that guest?"
"No wonder Young Master Le was different today, without his usual melancholy. So someone redeemed him?!"
"Please don't let it be a girl!"
"I don't care about any of that. I just want to know why that guest gets to take up Young Master Le's time. If his performance doesn't satisfy us, we want a refund!"
The fans chattered endlessly until their voices finally converged into one.
"Refund!"
"Refund!"
Inside the dressing room.
Le Qingling watched as whispers began spreading through the audience, while the voices expressing dissatisfaction toward the upcoming guest grew louder and louder. Her forehead was covered in sweat.
Good heavens, this was even worse than the impact of Tang Le running off midway through a performance. And Tang Le, too—couldn't he have said something in advance if he had an idea like this?!
Every time, he acted first and reported later!
Le Qingling suddenly turned to Lin Yuan and asked nervously, "Are you really confident? If you don't play well, everything I have will be ruined!"
"I'm definitely confident."
Just then, a pleasant voice sounded.
Tang Le pushed open the dressing room door. Looking at Lin Yuan, his eyes were filled with anticipation.
"It's your turn."
"I understand."
"What are you planning to play? The same piece you played before?"
"Putting that aside for now, Uncle, what do you think the people outside are feeling? Happy? Sad?"
"Oh?" Tang Le was taken aback, but seeing the seriousness in Lin Yuan's eyes, he thought for a moment.
"I think that although they look happy on the surface, deep down, they're still sad. After all, I'm the same. Sometimes, when I empty my mind, what I feel most isn't peace, but the irritation