บท 129: 129 Pipa Tune, the Swallow of King of Yan He Jia! [1 more]

"..."

As the words faded, the entire film crew was suddenly enveloped in dead silence.

The assistant director widened his eyes in disbelief, his heart couldn't help but quiver at the sight of Ye Wanlan.

The pipa player, Ying Yueyuan, was also somewhat stupefied, staring blankly ahead.

Cheng Qingli was even more shocked, leaping up: "Sister Lan, you... you're not really... are you?!"

Who could tell her how Sister Lan suddenly knew how to play the pipa?

"Chairman Ye, are you really not joking?" the assistant director wiped his sweat, "If it really won't work, we could ask the local artists' association to lend us someone. The worst-case scenario is just cancelling this promotional event."

"There's no need," Ye Wanlan said indifferently. "You've also said that Xiao Yuan's injury is ninety percent man-made. So how do you know that the opponent won't block our apparent escape routes?"

And her, whatever she did, she always had to keep a card up her sleeve.