Everyone became disappointed since they wanted to hear Dongfang Jingyue’s tune with her pipa. Many prodigies sighed continuously.

Hongyan was on the verge of stomping her feet from anger. Feiyun had truly done it tonight so she was about to erupt: ‘Know that I will not like it yet you still choose to go in the same room alone with Dongfang Jingyue? Are you not afraid of me dying from popping a blood vessel?’

In her mind, Feiyun and Jingyue were old lovers. The interesting thing about old lovers was that even if they truly hated each other, the flame of passion could always be lit again. Thus, Hongyan was naturally alarmed.

It was as if there was a cat crawling on her heart.

‘Jerk! Scoundrel! You clearly got played by her before and hated her. Now, you’re staying all alone in there? There’s clearly still some feelings left.’ Hongyan bit her thin lips.

“Sis.” Xue Wu returned at this point.

Hongyan asked: “So...