Ruan Yinyin snorted and reluctantly sat down.
She likes punk rock; if it weren't for her grandmother's preference, she wouldn't have come to a place where it can hypnotize someone in three minutes.
Song Qingyou seemed not to hear the two talking.
After the musical started, Song Qingyou listened attentively, occasionally jotting something down in her notebook.
The troupe would be performing at the Yason Grand Theatre for a week, and Yu Rong noticed that every time she came, the same person was sitting next to her.
Actually, when she got back that night, she remembered who the girl next to her was. At first, Yu Rong wondered if Song Qingyou was doing this on purpose because of the coincidences.
After all, this delicate and frail beauty had just gotten divorced and then partnered with the young master of the Yan family to start a venture capital firm. Recently, she and the Song family had been competing for the Ruan family's projects, so their frequent encounters seemed somewhat deliberate.
For five consecutive days, she left right after watching the show without even saying goodbye, so much so that Yu Rong felt a little regretful when she saw the empty seat on the right tonight.
Yu Rong glanced at the notes in the little girl's notebook; they were her understanding of musicals, and she had practically written down all the reasons why she had loved musicals for so many years.
She felt several times that it was a rare and precious feeling to understand someone so deeply.
After the performance, Yu Rong woke up her granddaughter beside her: "Did you come here to keep your grandma company or to sleep?"
Ruan Yinyin shook Yu Rong's hand coquettishly: "Grandma, you know I don't like this."
Yu Rong sighed, glanced at the seats to her right, and left the theater with Ruan Yinyin.
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