The beautiful city that never sleeps is illuminated by colorful neon lights. The bright or dark colorful lights cover the city with cicada-like gauze, and the whole city is shrouded in a dream.
The Minghuang Guild Hall stands in the center of the city like a bird among the flock.
The European-style design is beautiful, and every detail demonstrates the nobility and taste of this building.
Ling Haotian, who was sitting at the VIP table of Minghuang Guild Hall, frowned slightly and asked Lu Ping beside him: "Are you sure Nangong Minglu is working here now?"
Lu Ping smiled and nodded. He knew why his young master asked this question. This is the top concert hall in the city, and the people who perform here are all masters.
How could Nangong Minglu, a teenage girl with yellow hair, possibly be on the stage here?
"The people of Emperor Ming are so shameless. Do you want to be fired?" Ling Haotian snorted dissatisfied.
The lights on the stage lit up, and the sound of Qingyue's guzheng also sounded. Nangong Minglu, who was wearing a silk embroidered cheongsam, sat behind the guzheng, her slender fingers dancing on the strings like the elves of orchids that were still fragrant at midnight.
Strings of notes flowed out from the perfectly curved fingertips, flowing into every blood vessel and nerve in Ling Haotian's body, making him feel soothed, as if the hostility in the world had been washed away by the ethereal music.
All right!
Ling Haotian decided to take back his previous comment. He only knew that Nangong Minglu was a cruel little witch, but he never thought that she had such a unique skill.
"Miss Nangong, our young master invites you!" Lu Ping politely stopped Nangong Minglu who was about to go home, and extended an invitation elegantly.
Nangong Minglu looked at the man who was blocking her. He was in his thirties, elegant and elegant, with a pair of bright eyes shining with wisdom, and he felt connotative but not ostentatious.
Nangong Minglu had a good impression of him. To be called "young master" with such respect by such a man, the young master should not be much worse.
Nangong Minglu felt a little curious in her heart. As Lu Ping came to Ling Haotian, he casually sat down opposite Ling Haotian. Nangong Minglu looked at Ling Haotian with great interest.
Although he has the unique immaturity of a young man and has no trace of the vicissitudes of life on his body, he is tall, handsome, imposing, kingly, and domineering in commanding everything.
Such an outstanding person will never be forgotten if you meet him once.
——So, Nangong Minglu searched for him in her memory the moment she saw him, "Oh? It's you!"
"What? Do you know me?" Ling Haotian was a little surprised.
He probably has never met Nangong Minglu, although he doesn't want to admit it, but Nangong Minglu is indeed the kind of beautiful and unforgettable girl. If he had seen her, he would not be unimpressed.
