The score had three words written on it, "White Moonlight."
It was a love song by the singer from Hong Kong and Taiwan, Zhang Xinzhe, only it seemed he had made some adjustments to the original score. The score was marked up with numerous revisions.
"I’ve already picked out a song..."
"Sing this one!" His tone was commanding.
"But..." She had been practicing "Before It’s Too Late" for the past few days, and although she liked this song, it wasn’t as familiar to her as "Before It’s Too Late."
Leng Zimo looked up, "Either sing this one or drop out of the competition!"
Although she had not had much interaction with him, Luo Xiaoqian knew that he meant what he said.
Now, music was her only emotional solace; she couldn’t afford to lose it, and nor did she want to anger him again. Right now, her body couldn’t handle his wrath at all.
So, she said.
"Fine, I’ll sing it!"
Placing his cigar in the ashtray, Leng Zimo picked up the chopsticks resting on the bowl and began to eat without ceremony.
Hey, those were her noodles, for goodness’ sake!
Forget it, who let him be the sponsor, the boss anyway? She could just cook another bag.
"Go practice the piano!"
Before she could walk towards the kitchen, he had spoken up again.
Was he trying to torment her in every possible way?
Luo Xiaoqian bit her lip, stopped in her tracks, glanced at the bowl he had nearly finished, pursed her lips, and turned to enter the piano room.
Inside the piano room, smoke lingered.
Damn it, how many cigars had he smoked, had he been here smoking all night?!


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