"Merciful Father, I have fallen into the kingdom of unseen sins."
"Forgive me for my arrogance, etched with a solitary scar."
As Ning Fan's fingers deftly danced over the guitar like a phantom, changing chords and techniques, Wang Chao's originally calm expression gradually became ashen.
Luo Hui, who had been watching with crossed arms, expecting Ning Fan to embarrass himself so he could launch a tirade of criticism, was now gaping wide, clearly surprised that Ning Fan could play the guitar.
Not only could he play, but he played so well!
Judging purely by the visual impact, Ning Fan's performance was undeniably much more impressive than Wang Chao's!
"Is he using the original recording? He sings too well."
These murmured words from Liu Qing made Wang Chao's face look even more unpleasant.
Zhao Xue'er, who had initially worried that Ning Fan's singing might be mocked by those harboring ill intentions, now transformed her gaze from concern to admiration.
