From the moment Wulang sat down on the stool and placed his hands on the piano, his demeanor completely transformed.
Undoubtedly, this man was truly a born pianist.
His tall stature, handsome face, slender fingers, and graceful charm.
In every aspect, he was undoubtedly the material of a natural pianist.
Just looking at him, those fans who had been hurt before immediately felt better, no longer immersed in anger and sadness.
"So handsome!"
"Here he comes! Mr. Wu Lang is going to perform again!"
"A ticket to his concert costs at least eight hundred; today, we are in for a treat!"
The fanatics quickly immersed themselves in the atmosphere of admiring Wulang.
Sister Hua was the same; she looked at Qin Hao with disdain, then looked at Wulang with admiration, muttering, "Both are men, but one can only talk big, while the other has such outstanding skills. What a sin!"
