Without a doubt, Yan Hua had a good voice. When she woke, her voice was soft and sweet, and she could melt people's heart if she acted coquettishly.
So when she was at her fattest, people would think that she was a beautiful woman if they only heard her voice.
And it was because her voice was so pleasant and contrasted sharply with her appearance that she had received so much ridicule before.
Many people thought that she was not fit to have such a good voice with that kind of figure and appearance.
Yan Hua picked up a guitar and sat on a high stool. She glanced at Second Young Master Mu slightly, he was talking to a young man beside him and it was apparent that he did not take her talent into account.
Yan Hua did not look at Bo Yan who was in the corner. She had regarded him as a transparent person from the start.
But she could feel a gaze that could not be ignored, landing on her from time to time.
