Bai Yiran's arm made her body shiver slightly, her chest rising and falling. She tried to regulate her breathing to avoid losing control in front of all these people.
What does Leng Yichen mean right now?
Does he want me to play the piano to please Wu Lin?
"Leng Yichen, I'm your wife. What do you take me for?"
"What? Not going?" Leng Yichen stared at Bai Yiran with a look of unfamiliarity in his eyes.
Bai Yiran was momentarily in a daze, then sneered, "Go! Why not go!"
Just as people were curious about why the pianist was being escorted away without any reason, they saw an elegant woman gracefully walk onto the stage.
Bai Yiran held her head high as she walked onto the piano stage, sat down slowly, and looked towards Leng Yichen in the audience, hoping to glean some clues from him, but the result was disappointing. Leng Yichen just looked at her, neither happy nor sad, showing no emotion.
Wu Lin tilted her head, her proud chin raised, staring playfully at Bai Yiran.
