After a moment, Gu Yanfei retracted her gaze and lowered her eyes. She reminded her, "Remember to keep that amulet well."
"…" Feng Yang subconsciously rubbed the amulet hidden in her sleeve pocket.
This was given to her by Gu Yanfei on the day of the banquet.
Wei Jiaoniang looked back and forth between Feng Yang and Gu Yanfei. She felt that their words were too mysterious and she couldn't understand it.
Feng Yang was about to call the waiter to bring them another pot of tea when a woman's impatient voice suddenly came from not far away. "Go, go, go! We don't want to listen to any songs."
"Sorry to disturb you." The little girl with her back to Feng Yang and the others bowed repeatedly to apologize. She was timid and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
It was a pretty girl, 12 or 13 years old. She was wearing a washed-out green dress and holding an old erhu in her hand.
