CH 511

[Oh my goodness… Sang Yu knows Zhan Mo so well? He’s done it for Zhan Mo!]

[Host, here’s a wild guess.]

Xi Ying averted her sight and returned to the singing room.

“Say.”

[Sang Yu is so good to Zhan Mo. Do you think he likes Zhan Mo?

The Lord God asked you to attack the Sang Yu. Does the Lord God want to make Sang Yu straight?]

Xiao Yiyi, who was watching this scene, exclaimed joyfully.

“There is no emotion about ‘love’ in Sang Yu’s eyes when he looks at the man.” Xi Ying’s statements shattered Xiao Yiyi’s prediction.

“He and Zhan Mo were both trainees at the time. This is a really deep revolutionary friendship. As can be observed, Sang Yu has a very important place in Zhan Mo’s heart.

They are both excellent persons who value love and righteousness.”

[Wow, Host, I seldom hear you praise anyone, yet you keep praising people who are not your man.

Ahem…Do you believe you’ll be compassionate and fall in love with others, Host?]

Xiao Yiyi said this entirely in jest.

Xi Ying’s connection with her lover is more complex than a lifetime.

Nine generations have gone so far.

How could Xi Ying fall in love with someone else after experiencing such profound love?

As a result, Xi Ying simply ignored Xiao Yiyi’s statements.

Because she was well aware that Xiao Yiyi was kidding.

Xi Ying returned to the singing room and pulled the guzheng out of the box to practice the melody.

She purposefully left the singing room door open.

She did this to get Sang Yu’s attention.

Xi Ying’s dancing fingertips produced a wonderful “General’s Order.”

Sang Yu stepped out of the small conference room after discussing everything with the manager and heard the heart-stopping sound of the guzheng.

It can evoke an artistic interpretation of “drunk laying on the battlefield, Lord Grim”!

Sang Yu stifled his excitement and walked toward the guzheng sound.

The man devoted to the “General’s Order” seemed to have come through the hidden door of an ancient battlefield.

Every time he moves his fingers, the public might see a grand picture of the two armies fighting right in front of their eyes.

Sang Yu couldn’t help but applaud Xi Ying at the song’s end.

Xi Ying pretended to be looking for Sang Yu at the door, her eyes lifted in astonishment.

“Senior brother? What brings you here? Have you already taken a vacation?” Xi Ying rose to her feet.

“The company requires something from me temporarily, so I won’t be able to take a vacation.” Sang Yu entered with a cheerful smile.

He gazed admiringly at the guzheng next to Xi Ying and said, “What is the title of the piece right now? It’s fantastic.”

“General’s order. It appears that you enjoy it very much, Senior Brother,” Xi Ying said with a small smile.

Sang Yu spotted something akin to nails on Xi Ying’s hands and couldn’t help but wonder, “What is this?”

Xi Ying explained by looking at her hands: “This is a set of finger picks. If you play the guzheng with your own fingernails, not only will your fingernails be worn away, but the strings will not sound good.”

“So it is.” Sang Yu smiled again.

The light in the room was exactly right, beaming into his light brown, curled eyes.

“I don’t know much about traditional musical instruments. I learned a lot today from what you said.

“Our group also includes Tanggu drums and an erhu. If you like it, you are welcome to return frequently.” Xi Ying softly persuaded Song Yu.