On the stage, Su Wanyun's smile froze when she heard the name 'Ye Beisheng' coming out of Song Zheng's mouth.
She thought she didn't hear him clearly, and her heart thumped as if she would faint in the next moment. "Mr. Song, what did you say?"
Ye Beisheng's lips curled into a smile. She was in a good mood as she answered Su Wanyun, "He said he wanted to give me the piano. Thank you."
Song Zheng chuckled. "There's no need for thanks between us. Alright, the piano that you've been longing for is now yours."
Ye Beisheng's smile was especially sweet and obedient. Her voice was so coy that water could ooze out. "Speaking of which, I still have to thank Ms. Su."
Su Wanyun froze on the spot, unable to believe what she had just heard.
His head felt dizzy, as if there was a hammer constantly hitting his head. It was a dull pain.
Give it to Ye Beisheng? For Ye Beisheng?
