Chapter 142
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Song Yifan looked down and slowly processed the ingredients. He said calmly, "You must be mistaken. Xuan died a long time ago. No matter how similar they look, it can't be her."
Sheng Ximing also became silent. After a while, he continued, "They really look alike … At first glance, I thought I saw Xuan. If she had a child back then, she would probably …"
Song Yifan's hand slightly trembled. His eyes, which were usually calm and gentle, had a trace of emotion. "Where is she?"
Sheng Ximing pointed to a corner by the window. From their point of view, it was completely blocked by the high sofa.
Song Yifan put down his chopsticks, stood up, and looked over.
However, before he saw it, there was another person in front of him.
It was the owner of the hotpot restaurant. He smiled politely and said, "Mr. Song, what do you think?"
Song Yifan frowned, looked over again, and saw a soft and beautiful face.
"Okay, but I want to add one more condition."
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Seeing Li Sicheng coming back, Su Qianci felt a bit nervous.
Silently cooking the ingredients, she pretended that she did not know he was back.
Li Sicheng did not speak either. The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Hum —"
The sound of microphones came from all directions, a bit sharp and harsh.
"Good afternoon, everyone. It's a pleasure to see you here …"
Many people only listened for a while before they lowered their heads and continued eating.
"Today, Mr. Song Yifan has also come to our restaurant. Do you want to hear him play?"
Song Yifan!
Hearing the name, many people looked up and immediately responded, "Yes!"
"Is it really Song Yifan?"
"No way. Is it just a gimmick of the hotpot restaurant?"
…
Su Qianci looked over and could see a piano in the center of the hall.
In front of the piano, there was a person standing. It was him who had just said the words.
"Let Mr. Song see how enthusiastic you are. Let's cheer together. Song Yifan, Song Yifan, Song Yifan …"
All the people in the restaurant began to shout.
Everyone was looking around, trying to find Song Yifan.
Su Qianci was no exception. After a while, she saw a man in his thirties or forties standing up in a corner. He was tall, thin but healthy.
He walked leisurely to the piano, dressed in casual clothes. He looked soft and casual, but his elegant aristocratic aura was still strong.
When Su Qianci saw his face, she immediately held her breath, and her heart raced with excitement.
This … This person, Song Yifan?
Song Yifan, one of the best pianists in the world and the only Chinese in the International Piano Association?
How could she meet Song Yifan in such a place?
Heavens, she wasn't dreaming, was she?
The idol he worshipped the most in both his previous and current life, as well as the only person he worshipped, was actually here!
It was too amazing!
Widening his eyes in disbelief, he wanted to take a closer look, but his eyes inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure standing up as well.
Uncle Sheng?
Uncle Sheng was having hotpot with Song Yifan?
Yes, Uncle Sheng and Song Yifan seemed to be good friends.
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