Who cares about Mr. Pei or not, her only goal right now is to defeat Ji Yunya and completely trample her underfoot.
Pei Qinghan's gaze lightly swept over Song Jinwen, and for a moment, Song Jinwen felt a chill at the back of her neck, as if a knife was being held against her throat. That feeling was terrifying, yet she couldn't locate its source.
Is it an illusion?
Pei Qinghan stepped toward his seat and slowly sat down.
Yan Nangui glanced at him with a smile, and Pei Qinghan smiled back.
Yan Nangui raised his glass and drained it in one go.
"Alright, let's begin." Yun Ya walked to the piano, sat down, took a deep breath, slightly closed her eyes, and her fingers lightly brushed over the keys, as if she was sensing something...
It had been a long time since she touched the piano; she almost forgot what playing was like. But now, as her fingers glided over the cold keys, that familiar feeling slowly returned.
