"Haha, Qingqing is really not bad. She's young, pretty, and talented. You two are so disappointing. When can you marry such a wife? You two would be lucky if you do get such a wife." Old Master Gu waved his light stick and smiled.
On the stage, after giving her thanks, Feng Qing walked down the stage elegantly. As the guest of honor for the concert, her scheduled performance had ended, and the remaining stage was handed back to Li Shaoqun.
Just as she walked to the side of the stage, the scene on the LED screen changed. The black and ugly middle-aged woman who had been exposed on the Internet previously appeared on the screen and immediately attracted the attention of the audience.
"Oh? What's going on? Is this a broadcast accident?"
"D*mn, what's going on backstage? They actually managed to get this auntie onto the screen. It's so painful to the eyes."
