Two people took a car and arrived at the entrance of a tea house.
Once inside, Chu Meng's face immediately lit up with a smile.
Jiang Jiu looked up and saw two people sitting at a nearby table, one of them was Old Sir Huo Nan, and the other was Jiang Siyan!
He wore a black suit; the buttons of his shirt fastened to the top, exuding a reserved and pure aloofness.
Jiang Siyan's forehead hair was all swept back, revealing his sharp and exquisitely chiseled features. He slowly looked up at her, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his face bearing a faint smile, looking the picture of refinement at first glance.
Only Jiang Jiu knew that, once those glasses were removed, beneath this pristine and cold exterior lay a form of craziness.
She had no idea what Jiang Siyan and Old Sir Huo Nan were talking about, but the elder's gaze fell on her.
"I hear you know a bit about the pipa?"
