The elderly man in Tang suit hurriedly left.
Wei Feiyang stood behind the ancient zither, his gaze arrogantly sweeping over the crowd on the lawn, like a proud rooster.
There were a few women sitting on the lawn. Having listened to Wei Feiyang's performance just now, they were now deeply infatuated with him, their eyes filled with adoration.
This young man was indeed brilliantly talented.
He was leagues above the typical spoiled, rich second generation.
The talents nurtured by ancient martial arts families were truly dragon and phoenix among people.
"So annoying...Is Miss Ying Aoshan really going to invite this arrogant, hypocritical guy to have lunch together... No~~~" Sun Wei muttered indignantly. She despised men like Wei Feiyang.
Soon, there were continuous sounds of flattering from the lawn—
