Qiao Xi stood by Yao Mengqing's side and said softly in her ear, "I'm worried that you didn't hear it clearly just now. Let me repeat it for you. He wants to give the violin to me."
When Xue Liang said that name, Yao Mengqing was stunned on the spot. The expression on her face gradually stiffened, and her blood seemed to have frozen.
Xue Liang rubbed Qiao Xi's head with a gentle expression. "Don't be naughty. You've liked this violin for a long time. Now that you've finally gotten it, aren't you going to thank Miss Yao?"
Qiao Xi revealed a sweet smile and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you, Miss Yao."
Yao Mengqing felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her mind was buzzing. She could not believe what she had just heard.
How could he possibly give it to Qiao Xi?
