However, Tang Xiaowan's gaze was highly focused, as if she had immersed herself in her own world.
Her hands gracefully glided over the black and white piano keys, her waist gently swaying with the rhythm, her demeanor intoxicating.
Leng Lingxiao's worries were completely unnecessary.
Gradually, the melody shifted from soothing to stirring, the pressure of her fingers on the keys growing stronger, leaping and transitioning back and forth as if telling an exciting story.
The waitstaff present were all drawn to her playing, stopping in their tracks to listen.
"Well played, really good, each note... filled with power!" Wang Jinhui mused in praise.
His deep eyes were already tinged with a hint of red.
Leng Lingxiao's parents, standing not too far away, were thrilled beyond measure, almost wishing they could reveal their identities right then and there.
"No, that would upset our son."
"Right, right, we've already promised our son, we can't act rashly."
