The people in the audience listened attentively. The pavilion, which was originally filled with some noisy conversations, gradually became quiet, and all eyes were focused on the red reward platform.

The eyes are amazed and attracted.

The woman who had led Sheng Wu into the backstage had a puzzled look in her eyes. She felt strange that the troupe owner would actually allow Sheng Wu to perform on stage!

Don’t the people in the Shen family care about a lady of the Shen family showing up in public like this?

In the private room on the third floor, Shen Junsheng looked at the person on the stage. Suddenly, his pupils moved. He stared at the person on the stage, with deep thought and curiosity in his eyes.

His fingertips were slightly clenched together, and his eyes were fixed on the person singing.

Sheng Wu, who was singing on the stage according to the original owner's muscle memory, judged from the countless passionate gazes cast on her that there was a different gaze coming from the private room on the third floor.

Hot, exciting, dark.

Her eyes curved, her red lips slightly raised, and she finished singing a scene.

"Hey, that person just now sang so well, how come I don't seem to have seen him often?"

"Boss, I'll give her more money and let her sing again!"

When the people in the audience saw Sheng Wu leave after singing only one song, they immediately shouted with an unsatisfied look on their faces.

And the moment she stepped down, Shen Junsheng immediately stood up.

"Hey, Master, your whip!"

Seeing that he didn't even care about the whip, Gu Mo immediately picked up the whip and followed him.

#Digression

Many readers can't accept the plot of the third world, finding the heroine too cruel and heartless. I'm saying, is it possible that you're reading a story about a villainous heroine, not one where the heroine levels up, fights monsters, and learns to love? Sheng Wu will never be whitewashed. I'll even give you a spoiler: she won't love anyone until the end, a heartless, ruthless person. Of course, I understand the feelings of readers in the third world. After all, I wrote them with tears and tears, too, writing about their deaths. I almost wanted to slap myself for making them so miserable, but that's the focus of this book. I can't let the characters be ruined. So, readers, wipe your tears, and we'll continue the heartbreaking abuse in the next world.