"Lita." The man said in American English, "Beautiful name, beautiful woman."
"Yes, sir." The hatchet man behind her added, "Many single people are asking for love from her."
"But no matter how beautiful a woman is, if she doesn't have any value, she is like a vase." The man completely ignored the dazzling talent of the piano, and his voice carried a few deep meanings. "Her surname is Emperor, and she is the most valuable."
Knowing his master's interest well, the hatchet man asked, "Then, Mr. Chen, should we let her..."
"It's the greatest disrespect for a lady," the man said slowly and took the purple rose from the chest bag of his suit. "Tell her that I appreciate her piano very much. Can you have dinner with me today?"
"Yes!"
The hatchet man took the flowers in his hands with both hands and left quickly.
At this time, the song was over. The woman on the stage stood up and bowed to the audience in return.
