"Little Blackie, you're here."
Hearing the voice, Long Ming, who was sitting on the sofa, looked up at the door.
What was wrong with the Second Prince? Why had he fallen for that woman when Little Spring Flower was such a beautiful woman?
Little Spring Flower did not understand Long Ming's intentions. Seeing his dark expression, she thought that she had done something wrong. She crouched down beside him and said carefully, "Your Majesty, I have a performance tomorrow night. I left a seat for you. Will you attend it?"
Little Spring Flower was at the peak of her popularity. Many socialites and gentlemen had attended too many concerts and were now interested in opera instead. Because there were many people supporting Little Spring Flower, they needed to reserve tickets in advance if they wanted to watch her performance.
Long Ming was a little distracted as he pursed his lips. "Let's talk tomorrow!"