Lan Jiaojiao didn't receive a single flower petal and stood there, embarrassed and awkward, unable to contain her discomfort as she pursed her pale lips.
Even Zhen Muqing's complexion wasn't looking too good; she never expected that she would be outdone by Long Zhen. Moreover, she had never heard of Long Zhen playing the guzheng before, had she?
Not only could he play, but he also played so well, at least ten times better than any guzheng master!
Time and again, Zhen Muqing's limelight was stolen, and a resentful hatred began to blossom in her heart once more, tightening around her heart like creeping vines.
She had no real grudge against Long Zhen, so all her resentment was transferred to Lan Jin, vowing to make her pay!
Zhen Muqing had never been one to be taken lightly!
And then there was Wang You, she definitely wouldn't let "him" get off easily!
In an unnoticed corner, a vicious light flashed in Zhen Muqing's eyes, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
