"Knock knock knock..." A knocking sound rang out on the door.
Tang Yue turned slightly on his toes and walked over to open the door.
Meng Shen saw him pause for a moment, the surprise flashing across his face. Then, remembering that Tang Yue already knew that Yu Wan could play the violin, he handed the violin case to him directly, panting as he said, "Give the violin to Wanwan, and I'll try to stall for another ten minutes."
"Buzz—"
Tang Yue's phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced at the message, looked up and smiled, "No need, I've already arranged it." He walked to Yu Wan's side and said, "The program has been adjusted to be the final act, and there's still time to arrange it."
"Really?" The band manager beamed with joy, bowed to him, and hurriedly ran over to tell the members the good news.
Sure enough, a cheer came from the other side.
Yu Wan turned her head to look at Tang Yue, her tone sincere: "Thank you."
Her eyes sparkled with laughter, as if studded with stars, breathtakingly beautiful.
Tang Yue's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, his voice hoarse and somewhat helpless: "Wanwan, there's no need for such formalities between us. By the way, didn't you say you didn't want others to know? I've had some masks and performance costumes prepared, they'll be delivered soon."
Yu Wan paused for a moment, then smiled brightly. She raised her chin and gave a haughty snort: "I'll give you a raise when we get back."
Tang Yue couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Okay."
Watching the two people standing face to face from afar, their smiles dazzlingly bright, Meng Shen felt a pang of sadness, once again experiencing the feelings of an elderly father.
At this point, he suddenly remembered that Yu Jianguo had called him countless times, and he quickly called back.
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