Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The car windows were covered with dark privacy film.

You can't see anything from the outside.

But inside the car.

Luo Qianyu gripped the armrests of the leather seat tightly, her fingernails digging deep into the leather, leaving several pale marks.

She watched the live stream on her tablet, watching the man surrounded by a crowd, soaking wet, being humiliated like a fool in his attempt to protect his broken guitar.

"Son of a bitch……"

Luo Qianyu bit her lip, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth.

"Those bastards..."

Her body was trembling, not from the cold, but from anger—anger at the ignorance of this group of people, and even more anger at Xu Qing's dullness.

"Aren't you known for your eloquence?"

"Weren't you quite good at swearing when you wrote your books?"

"Didn't you used to fight with a bunch of thugs to protect me?"

"What's wrong now?"

"Are you mute?"

"Tell them!"

Tell them you donated all the money!

Tell them you don't care about money at all!

Luo Qianyu yelled at the screen, tears streaming down her face.

She wanted to rush down and smash that damn skin-peeling king's phone.

I want to chop off the hands of those who splashed water.

But the car doors were locked.

In the driver's seat was her father Luo Tianxiong's bodyguard and driver.

"Miss, the boss said you can't go downstairs."

The bodyguard's voice was cold and hard, leaving no room for negotiation.

"The current public opinion is very unfavorable to you."

"If you go down now, tomorrow's news will be 'Luo family heiress keeping a gigolo'."

"This will have an impact on the group's stock price."

"To hell with the stock price!"

Luo Qianyu slammed the tablet computer to the ground.

The screen is cracked.

The screen flickered a few times and then went black.

"That's my man!"

"He's being bullied!"

"Are you all blind?!"

The bodyguard stared straight ahead, remaining completely still.

"The boss is handling it."

Five minutes.

"The boss said, give that director named Wang Gang five minutes."

"If this farce isn't over in five minutes..."

"He came over in person."

Luo Qianyu was panting heavily.

She picked up the tablet with the broken screen again.

My fingers trembled as I swiped to open the screen.

The screen lit up again.

The live stream is still ongoing.

The skin-peeling king is still shouting.

And Xu Qing.

Still standing there.

It's like a sculpture that seems incredibly lonely at this moment.

"Xu Qing..."

Luo Qianyu's fingers traced the face of the man on the screen.

Through the cold glass.

She could almost feel the chill emanating from him.

"You wait."

"The person who bullied you."

"Not a single one will escape."

The back door of the studio.

Seeing that Xu Qing was not speaking, Peeling King found it boring.

His eyes darted around, and another wicked idea came to him.

"Hey everyone, don't just stand there watching!"

"Since our talented Xu loves music so much..."

"Then let's let him hear the sound!"

Peeling King picked up an empty soda can from the ground.

That was thrown by someone just now.

He weighed it in his mind.

Then it slammed down on Xu Qing's head.

Sing for me!

"Sing that lousy song of yours!"

The aluminum can flew past with a whoosh.

Xu Qing did not dodge.

He was too lazy to hide.

It doesn't matter where it hits, as long as it doesn't damage the guitar.

But just as the can was about to hit Xu Qing on the forehead...

A hand suddenly reached out from the side.

He firmly grasped the aluminum can.

It was a very large hand.

His fingers were thick and calloused.

"Who?"

Peeling King was stunned.

He followed the hand's gaze.

Suddenly, a burly man in a black suit and sunglasses appeared beside Xu Qing.

The big man exerted a little force.

A "click" sound.

The aluminum can was crushed into a lump of scrap metal in his hands.

"Watch your mouth."

The burly man's voice was deep and resonant, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Don't you dare throw anything again."

"I'll just fold this hand of yours."

The skin-peeling king was startled by this imposing manner.

But he quickly realized that this was being broadcast live.

We can't back down.

Who are you?

"bodyguard?"

"Oh, you've hired bodyguards?"

"Weren't you just acting pitiful? Why are you calling in thugs now?"

The skin-peeling king pointed the camera at the big man.

"Family members, look! Gangsters are beating people up!"

"Xu Qing ordered his bodyguards to beat up innocent bystanders!"

The big man ignored him.

He turned around and bowed slightly to Xu Qing.

Their attitude was so respectful it was frightening.

"Mr. Xu."

"I was sent by General Manager Luo."

"The car is outside."

"Follow me, please."

Xu Qing looked at the stranger who had suddenly appeared in front of her.

Mr. Luo?

He doesn't know any Mr. Luo.

"I'm not leaving."

Xu Qing shook his head.

"My home isn't around here."

The big man was stunned for a moment.

This script is wrong.

Shouldn't a normal person follow along immediately at this point?

"Mr. Xu, it's not safe here."

The big man patiently explained.

"These people have gone mad."

"If you don't leave now, we can't stop you."

Xu Qing glanced at the restless crowd around her.

He glanced again at the guitar in his arms.

indeed.

If the guitar gets damaged, he won't be able to explain it to Xiaoyu.

"it is good."

Xu Qing nodded.

"But I don't have the money to pay for the fare."

The big man's lips twitched.

What time is it?

Still worried about the fare?

"It's free."

The big man made a "please" gesture.

Then he turned around and faced the group of haters.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Clear the area."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, more than twenty men dressed in identical black suits rushed out of the darkness.

Their movements were synchronized and well-trained.

In an instant, a gap was torn open in the crowd.

They forcefully made way for Xu Qing.

The skin-peeling king was dumbfounded.

What a grand display.

That's impressive.

This is no ordinary bodyguard.

This is clearly the private security detail of a top-tier wealthy family!

"This...this..."

Peeling King stammered as he held up his phone.

"Just who is this Xu Qing?"

Xu Qing, clutching her violin case and with her head down, walked through the human wall passage.

He walked slowly, each step firm and deliberate, and paused briefly as he passed by the Skinflint King.

Skinner King shrank back in fright.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"Let me tell you, this is a society governed by the rule of law..."

Xu Qing looked at him, her eyes still devoid of emotion.

"You just said..."

"Am I very rich?"

Peeling King was stunned.

"Ah...yes...yes..."

Xu Qing nodded.

"That's good."

"Then can you tell me?"

"Since I'm so rich..."

"Why can't we save her?"

After saying that...

Xu Qing didn't look at anyone else, picked up her guitar, and walked into the black car parked by the roadside.

The car door closed, shutting out all the noise.

Only the skin-peeling king was left standing there, holding his phone, looking completely bewildered.

The live stream chat paused for a few seconds, then started scrolling wildly.

[Holy crap? What does that mean?]

"Can't save her? Is she referring to her deceased girlfriend?"

Is there really some hidden story?

Regardless of any hidden reasons, this spectacle is simply terrifying!

I have a feeling... like we've messed with someone we shouldn't have?