All eyes fell on Xia Weibao.
The old man chuckled, "Xiao Bao Bao, can you also play the guqin?"
Xia Weibao stumbled and almost fell flat on her face!
Xiao… Xiao Bao Bao?
Old man, could you not use such a horrifying nickname? It's scaring the baby.
"Old man, I have a name. It's Xia Weibao."
"I know, everyone calls you Baby, don't they? I'm older than you, so what's the problem with calling you Xiao Bao Bao?"
Xia Weibao, "…"
She was rendered speechless.
It's fine to call me Xiao Bao, but Xiao Bao Bao, what the heck!
She was twenty this year, not twenty days!
Forget it, it was just an elderly man she had met by fate, never to be seen again. Let him call her whatever he wanted.
She sat down at the table, her hands caressing the strings of the instrument.
A sense of familiarity surged through her, mixed with myriad emotions.
How long had it been since she last played the instrument?
The Dog Emperor used to love listening to her play the guqin during his naps.
