The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580: The Mu Family’s hope, The arrogant offspring of Chen Ye_2

“It’s not her, Shuhe’s sense of music isn’t as good as hers,” Dean Jian replied to him.

Such a musical sense is a real pity not to be involved in music.

How big is the likelihood of snatching her from Jiang University?

Dean Jian pondered this at the bottom of his heart.

Meanwhile, the recording engineer was surprised; if it wasn’t Leng Shuhe, then who was this girl?

He watched through the camera as Bai Lian gently placed her hands on the strings and looked up to speak with the man beside her.

The boy was dressed in a crisp white shirt, and seemed to have felt the gaze, as he glanced indifferently towards the camera. The recording engineer immediately lowered his head as his gaze met those pale, faint eyes.

After listening to all the recordings, Dean Jian said, “It’s about there, Teacher Zhao, thank you for your hard work.”

With headphones on, the recording engineer enjoyed a feast for the ears in the top-notch recording studio combined with Bai Lian’s and Dean Jian’s collaboration.

“Miss Bai,” the recording engineer said after listening to the recording. As Bai Lian was taking off her artificial nails, braving Jiang Fulai’s chilly aura, he took out his phone to add Bai Lian on WeChat, “If you want to record anything in the future, just come directly to me.”

Bai Lian took out her phone and allowed him to scan the QR code.

Soon, she received an add request notification—

Zhao Jianxin.

Bai Lian accepted it.

Only after Bai Lian and the other two left did Zhao Jianxin finally breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the tall and cool silhouette beside Bai Lian.

After they left, a staff member approached Zhao Jianxin, “Mr. Zhao, the principal is still waiting for you.”

“Yeah,” Zhao Jianxin packed up his things to leave, “Your school’s equipment is really good. When can you lend it to our music station to use…”

**

Around eight in the evening.

Dean Jian led Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai through Pomegranate Grove to an octagonal two-story loft to the south, surrounded by a circular colonnade.

By this time, the sky had darkened, and the streetlights on either side were on.

The security guard in the booth at the front of the small building stood up quickly when he saw Dean Jian, “Dean Jian.”

“Open the door,” Dean Jian said, looking at the wooden door that were shut, his hands hanging by his sides, “We’re here to pay respects to our ancestors.”

The guard had already taken out an old-fashioned long key to unlock the door.

Dean Jian led the way up the steps inside; as he set foot on the porch, he noticed that the others hadn’t followed and turned around at the door to look at Bai Lian, “Not coming in?”