Until the last note fell, the young boy stood up and bowed off the stage, and everyone still hadn't come back to their senses.
The lingering music echoed in their ears, enchanting and mesmerizing.
Off the stage.
From the moment Rong Meng started playing, her expression shifted from a playful smile to disbelief, finally turning rigid, and she nearly flung the cake in her hand onto the stage.
Was that Rong Zhi?!
Rong Zhi... can play the cello?
Rong Meng could barely stabilize herself, she leaned on the table, staring fixedly in Rong Zhi's direction, but unfortunately, she couldn't see that black figure anywhere in the banquet hall.
Not far away.
Shen Luoluo listened, completely absorbed.
It sounded good, too good—turns out Third Brother can play the cello!
"Clap clap clap."
