When the beautiful singing reverberated throughout the entire venue, everyone's attention was captivated.
Although the Sky Theater didn't accommodate as many people as a large sports stadium, as a professional theater, its acoustics and echo design were excellent.
In such an environment, the singer's voice was depicted to the fullest extent, and everyone was immersed in the melody of the delightful vocals.
Half an hour into the concert, He Ao had to admit that there might be a reason for Qi's popularity—the singer was not only good-looking but also professionally solid.
He moved to a person quietly listening to the music with a broom in hand, "Lift your foot, please."
"Ah, sure."
The person glanced at him and lifted their foot.
He Ao swept away the trash under their feet, and at the same time, he pressed a hidden switch on the broom. Some colorless transparent objects fell from under the broom and were evenly spread across the ground by its bristles.