An erhu rang out, piercing the skies above.
It set the entire eastern part of the city ablaze.
The young people's eyes lit up—wasn't this "Sexy Love"?
Could their traditional instrument, the erhu, actually play that?!
There were hardly any experts in the audience; all they knew was that this erhu had a really great tune. It was lively yet carried a touch of sassiness, which didn't seem to match the serious and stern old man at all.
In an instant, the lightly attended stage began drawing crowds, lured by the sound of the erhu.
Countless people recorded the scene, surrounding the stage so tightly that no one could pass through.
When Pu Xiaohan arrived, Director Jian was desperately looking for her help. She finally managed to pull Director Jian out of the crowd and handed him the milk tea that Bai Lian had brought for him.
The two of them snuck behind a huge blue trash can to drink their milk teas.
