The musicians all drew back and left the room.

"Miss Hua, you really... Well, I don't know what to say." Xin'er sighed, deploring greatly. "Miss, you didn't really fell for that little scholar, did you?"

Hua Xiangrong gave a sweet smile and directly sat on the floor despite her normal lofty image. She fanned her hair and put her fine legs up playfully as she asked, "What's up, my dear sister? Isn't he a decent man that worth my crush? Isn't he brilliant?" ...