After arriving backstage, Mu Ningxi saw Mu Nianan sitting on a small bench nearby with a stern face, looking like I was very angry.
His beloved violin was also thrown aside by him.
Mu Ningxi frowned, slowly stepped forward and stroked his round head.
"An'an, why are you unhappy? Isn't it time for your performance soon?"
Mu Nian'an pursed her lips and put her hands behind her back. The red eyes on her stubborn little face made people feel distressed.
Mu Ningxi rarely saw him behave like this, and she couldn't figure out what he meant for a while.
A beautiful little girl wearing a princess dress came up next to her. Her eyes were also red, and she was as swollen as two little walnuts from crying.
"Mommy An'an, An'an is sad. The teacher said we won't be allowed to perform on stage, wuwuwu..."
The little girl burst into tears before she finished speaking.
Mu Ningxi only heard a general idea, and she turned her head to look at the teacher beside her.
"Teacher Zhang, is what the children said true? Their show can no longer be performed?"
Teacher Zhang looked at Mu Ningxi with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, Mommy An'an, due to the length of time, several of our programs at the back of the queue have been cancelled. Please comfort little An'an and let him wait until the next party is arranged.
A show!”
There were four or five children backstage, all of whom were canceled from the show just like Mu Nian'an. Compared to their sad and crying, Mu Nian'an was surprisingly calm.
But Mu Ningxi knew that her son was really sad.
He had been practicing for many days for this violin performance, and now he was suddenly told not to let him perform. How could he not be sad?
However, the party schedule could not be arranged, and several programs were cut off. She had no choice. She couldn't go to the school to make trouble and ask for extra time?
If all parents did this, it would be difficult for teachers to do the same.
There were constant cries in the background, and the parents' eyes were filled with sadness. Teacher Zhang was embarrassed to stay, so he left after saying sorry to everyone.
On the stage, the host's voice came from the announcement.
"Now let's invite He Zicheng, a kid from the primary and middle school class, to give us a piano solo performance!"
He Zicheng?
Mu Ningxi remembers that he was the last one to perform. Wasn't his show canceled?
A parent on the side whispered: "It's really great to be rich. In order to perform for his son, he canceled all our children's programs. My Niuniu has been practicing at home for several weeks. It makes me feel bad to watch!"
"Yes, my children are the same!"
…
Among the chatter, Mu Ningxi heard the truth that made her furious.
It turns out that the children's program was canceled not because the program was not long enough, but because the president could see his son's performance as soon as possible, so other children's performances were canceled.
For the sake of his own selfish desires, he disregards the feelings of other children.
Mu Nian'an's clear black and white eyes stared straight at her, as if asking her why he was being treated unfairly.
She couldn't bear to see her son being wronged.
The moment the piano stopped playing, Mu Ningxi pulled Mu Nianan onto the stage.
Their sudden intrusion made the host unable to react.
He Zicheng didn't have time to call the curtain, so he sat in front of the piano and stared blankly at the beautiful aunt and Mu Nian'an.
Mu Ningxi walked up to He Zicheng and stretched out her hand towards him.
"Zicheng, can you lend your microphone to Auntie?"
Although He Zicheng was puzzled, he still obediently handed over the microphone.
When Su Mengyuan was off the stage and saw Mu Ningxi appear on the stage, her expression immediately became panicked.
He shouted angrily at the principal beside him: "If you don't drive her down yet, let the security guards pull her down."
"Madman, this madman!"
The principal was also afraid that something might happen, so he quickly arranged for security guards to come to the stage and prepare to take the people away by force.
Facing the security guards coming up from both sides of the stage, Mu Ningxi looked calm and her posture was still domineering and free, completely unaffected.
Her dazzling starry eyes stared directly into He Tingchen's eyes.
"I have a few questions to ask Mr. He, but I don't know if it's convenient."