The quiet backstage left no one able to follow her train of thought, even the school leaders were a bit stunned.
The boy, with his collar grabbed by Bai Lian, had an impactful view of her face at close quarters, leaving him momentarily unresponsive.
Bai Lian calmly looked at him, repeating, "Do you have an ancient zither?"
"Yes!" he quickly came to his senses.
Many things in the school were sponsored by Jiangjing, and they especially loved to donate zithers to the school.
The music room alone had seven or eight different types of zithers.
"Mm." Bai Lian nodded her head and let go of him.
She handed her phone to Pu Xiaohan standing nearby and methodically took off the two Iridium rings from her fingers and gave them to her, politely saying, "Please help me get the zither."
After a moment of surprise, the boy hurried next door to fetch the zither.
The performance on the stage was already approaching its end.
