Hearing this, Song Ci felt amused and pained at the same time. "Then I'll give you some later to try."
"Okay."
Han Zhan wasn't interested in wine, but he also opened a bottle of red wine. He liked seeing Song Ci taste wine elegantly. That bottle was not finished in the end and was brought back to the hotel by Song Ci.
After returning to the hotel to change into formal wear, the two of them set off for the Golden Hall to watch the performance.
There was a world-renowned pianist performing tonight. Han Zhan bought tickets in advance. He held Song Ci's hand, walked into the main hall, found their seats, and sat down.
There were no empty seats and the atmosphere was very good.
After sitting down, Song Ci tidied up her skirt that was scattered around her legs. She looked up at the first row, tilted her head, and whispered in Han Zhan's ear, "When I came here the last time, I was sitting in the first row. At that time, my teacher was standing on stage."
