C432 It's Not like You're a F*cking Beauty

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses behind Xue Yaxuan laughed coldly, "You actually came to the concert to sleep. Ridiculous, detestable."

Xue Yaxuan's face heated up. Wang Xiaoshi sleeping like this was indeed an insult to art in the eyes of these fans of the symphony.

She looked at Wang Xiaoshi with a wry smile, but didn't wake him up