Chapter 478 - Remember Me? (2/2)

There was a pop-up comment that resonated with everyone’s inner thoughts:

[Mr. Tian, please spare me for being straightforward, but you two seem completely different…]

The crowd imagined the scene of Ling Ye puffing his cheeks up while playing the suona…

No matter how angelic his face is, he definitely can’t play a roguish instrument like the suona!

Pretending to be angry, Tian Zhi exclaimed, “What’s up with your expression? Apart from the suona, I can also play the flute and the ancient zither!”

It is no exaggeration to say that Tian Zhi was all-rounded in terms of musical talent.

Ling Ye took the initiative to introduce, “I was three years old when I started learning the ancient zither from my master. Let me take the liberty to chime in and also ask for your guidance.”

So that’s how it is.

With his explanation, both the staff at the scene and the audience in front of the screen were secretly relieved.

To their surprise, Ling Ye’s words had once again sparked an uproar.

“Sister, do you still remember me?”

The young man’s pupils were clear and amber in color. His eyes were rounded and he would glance at Xiang Yi from time to time.

The crowd turned to look at Xiang Yi in unison.

“…” The young girl’s eyes were filled with confusion. “Have we met before?”

Ling Ye’s long eyelashes drooped; his thin lips pursed tightly, and his tone of voice sound lost.

“Sister, you really… don’t remember me.”

For a moment, Xiang Yi felt that many female staff members were looking at her like she was a scumbag who had abandoned her husband and children…

“I’m sorry.” She apologized.

Ling Ye said, “Sister, you didn’t do anything wrong, you don’t need to apologize to me.” He handed over a gift box, “This is my gift to you, Sister.”

“Huh?”

Xiang Yi opened it to see that there was a delicate and antique bamboo flute, which was very small and suitable for girls.

Tian Zhi did not forget to help his young apprentice. “Ling Ye crafted everything himself, from cutting the material, lacquering and drilling the holes, to calibrating the sound, winding the threads, and engraving the characters!”

Ling Ye’s pupils were watery. Nervous and expectant, he asked, “Sister…can you accept it?”