"Young friend, long time no see!"
Old Qin extended his hand to Ye Wan with a look of surprise on his face.
"It's good to see you, Old Qin!"
Ye Wan was the first to grasp Old Qin's hand and then helped him over to sit on the sofa. She raised her eyes to Shen Yuxin, "Bring a tea set."
"Right away..."
Yao Beishan, holding a tea set, broke through the circle of reporters that surrounded him from inside and out.
Behind him, people from the studio carried in buckets of pure water, held tea trays, and carried fruit desserts and snacks in a single file.
Boiling water, washing the leaves, steeping the tea...
For over ten minutes, the lounge was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Looking at Shen Yuxin, who stood silently at the side.
Then at the old and the young sitting side by side on the sofa, one waiting for tea and the other preparing it.
Everyone felt as if their souls had left their bodies.
That was Old Qin!!!
The president of the Imperial Capital Music Association.
