The light spread inch by inch to the right.
Among several azure dresses, sat a noble lady dressed in a Chest-High Short-coat Dress, her hair done up in a Cloud Flowing Hairbun, typical of an unmarried girl, adorned with a Hairpin Flower and a Step Shake, sitting upright and playing the zither—after a brief silence, the crisp and clean sound of the zither flowed in every corner of the hall.
Bo Yanching had just lit a cigarette.
He sat in the front row on the right, had greeted the reporters early, and nobody who valued their eyes would dare to take his picture.
But it was a public place after all, and Yaen Chi quietly reminded, "Brother Yan, bear with it. Should I go out and smoke with you?"
Bo Yanching didn't look at him.
Yaen Chi glanced at his watch, "Wasn't it said that Chu Yao and Jiaojiao are in the same program? Why is it only her? Let me ask someone?"
Bo Yanching swallowed and said, "Don't distract me."
His eyes were solely on the stunning beauty playing the zither.
