The raucous noise of the students in the rehearsal room did not disturb Li Feng, who quietly pieced together the portrait. In no time, he had completed it.
At this moment, the portrait of Song Qian still looked so ethereally beautiful, but the cracks on it seemed to resemble Song Qian's strong heart, already scarred and torn apart by classmates' words and by those superficial people who only care about appearances, shattered to pieces!
Just as Li Feng was silently looking at the portrait of Song Qian on the table, a middle-aged man with a ponytail walked into the rehearsal room.
The ponytailed man was startled to see Li Feng's unfamiliar face, then quickly realized that this person was not his student, and bellowed angrily.
"Which class are you from! It's our rehearsal time now, and unauthorized people are not allowed in! Get out, get out!"
