When the music stopped abruptly, Brother Cao and the others snapped back to the present. The person who was recording with the phone seemed to realize this now and hastily pressed the stop button.
The others felt that it was a shame for the music to stop. The atmosphere was great just now. If they had shot this with a camera, it could definitely have been used as a scene.
The gaze of the crew in the studio were drawn toward Jiang Se. Her temperament matched the borrowed, expensive handmade piano. Even the cheap white shirt she wore, which Brother Cao had disliked just moments ago, seemed exceptionally fitting on screen.
"Show this to Director Zhao."
The crew member who was replaying the recording was slightly excited. He had barely turned around when someone said, "There's no need to."
