The Identical 'Fourth Young Master'

In banquet hall number two, it was golden and dazzling. The lights were shining. Feng Qing, who had just finished playing a song, was looking at the man in front of her in confusion. Today, Feng Qing was wearing a black evening gown and a silver heart-shaped hair clip at one side of her temple. On her slender neck was a fantasy-colored meteorite necklace. She had deliberately played the piano in public because she had calculated the time when Xian Cheng would arrive.

Although Feng Qing wasn't a piano major, she was still very confident in her ability to play the piano. At the very least, her talent and standard weren't something that Feng Jianing's skills could compare to. Originally, she only wanted to test the waters. She didn't expect that before the song finished playing, it would attract Xiancheng to her.