Wang Ye smiled modestly and said, "Every country has its own traditional arts, just in different forms. When I go to China, I sometimes listen to Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera, which are also very fascinating arts."
That was just polite small talk. Wang Ye indeed had listened to Kunqu and Peking Opera before, but he really couldn't bring himself to like them.
It's not that they were bad; he just lacked that "artistic cell" and couldn't appreciate them...
While the two of them were talking in low voices, on stage, Donia had already made her entrance.
Today, she was dressed up and looked absolutely stunning.
The stage lights were bright, and the audience area was relatively dim, plus Donia concentrated all her energy on her dance moves. She knew that the audience was packed, but she couldn't see any of their faces clearly.
Of course, she also didn't know that Wang Ye was sitting right in the middle of the front row...
