The atmosphere in the Intellectual Loft was slightly strange now. This was not something the owner wanted to see. The owner shot a glance at one of the ladies on the second floor.
In that instant, melodious music filled the air.
There was an ancient saying, the girl who plays the pipa covers half her face with the pipa shyly.
Fang Zhengzhi was feeling great. He looked at the shy expression on the girl playing the pipa, a wave of emotions building up inside him. It was no wonder this Intellectual Loft was the most famous one around.
Ping Yang quietened down after hearing the music begin.
Wu Feng has returned to his seat. However, his expression was dark, his fists clenched tightly.
"Young Master Wu, why bother with these people?"
"Exactly! They did not even get invited to meet the Emperor. They are bound to fail."
"They are just jealous of you."
All of the other talents comforted when they saw Wu Feng’s expression.
