"You'll know when I go on stage."
At that moment, a student who had just finished performing returned backstage with a zither. Song Yaoyao stopped her and asked sweetly, "Friend, can I borrow that?"
When she smiled, her dimples sunk into her cheeks, and her eyes seemed to be filled with honey.
The girl blushed and nodded hurriedly as she handed the zither to Song Yaoyao.
"No problem."
Song Jingwan's eyes scanned across the zither, and she revealed a forced smile. "Don't force yourself. I don't remember you ever learning the zither."
"There are many things that you don't know..."
Song Yaoyao held the zither and leaned over slightly with a smirk as she leaned her hand on Song Jingwan's shoulder.
In a volume that only they could hear, she muttered, "You better not be involved with Han Jun's incident; otherwise..." She let out a laugh. "I will kill you."
