Due to Yan Rusheng's presence, the person-in-charge and the theater staff were all very cooperative and did their best to prepare for Fang Jiayin's performance.
He sat at the first row along with a few famous violinists from abroad.
Fang Jiayin was already up on the stage donned in her long, red gown. The lights shone on her, illuminating her very presence on the stage. She closed her eyes, completely immersed in her craft.
Even the audience was immersed in her performance as well.
Only the sound of her enchanting music echoed throughout the theater hall.
'Ah Sheng, did I improve as compared to the previous time?'
'Yes.'
'Ah Sheng, did I play well?'
'Yes.'
As these flashbacks popped into the front of his mind, he didn't seem to have seriously listened or admired the way she played the violin.
