Jian An'an looked at Ho Zining's back and wondered.

Why did she feel that this woman was suddenly different from before? It seemed that in such a few steps, she transformed herself completely just like a caterpillar turned into a butterfly.

However, she was still ugly and dressed in the cheapies!

Ho Zining sat in front of the piano and tried a note.

It was indeed a high quality piano. Only one sound made people feel as if they heard the sound of a spring.

When she looked up, she saw a pair of eyes looking at her.

Her piano was facing Huo Yanshen and she could see his eyes when she raised her eyes.

They were vast and deep.

For some reason, when she met his gaze, she began to feel uneasy. Seven years ago, the unforgettable past seemed to be played automatically through her mind again.

Her fingers trembled and she made a wrong sound.

"Didn't you say you were a friend of Mr. Mu?" Jian An'an was now completely relaxed, and she sneered, "Miss, this is the song you played? Don't struggle! Just admit you're the entertainment reporter!"

However, before Jian An'an could finish speaking, Ho Zining had already played the piano again.

She stopped looking at Huo Yanshen and forced herself to let go of all her thoughts. In front of her, there was only a piano.

She imagined herself sitting in the sun room, warm and quiet, with her own mother's gentle eyes staring at her, and her fingers began to fly away on the piano keys.

The tinkling sound of the piano came, and it was the well-known song "Blue Danube".

The crowd who had suspected that Ho Zining was an entertainment reporter began to shake their heads. They asked Jian An'an if she was mistaken. The girl in front of them, playing the piano, looked like she had studied playing the piano for at least ten years.

On that charity night, everyone knew about Mu Qingge's presence, so...

When Qiao Nanzhi looked at Ho Zining, he was a little more dazed.

He frowned, trying to grasp a blurry image that had just flashed through his mind, but the more he tried, the more he couldn't. It was like the sand in the palm of his hand. The tighter he held it, the faster it ran away.

Only after Jian An'an called him several times did Qiao Nanzhi come to his senses and ask in a daze, "An'an, what's wrong?"

Jian An'an gritted her teeth with hatred, but at this moment, she had no reason to make things difficult for Ho Zining. Therefore, she could only bear Ho Zining a grudge about what happened today in her heart!

In front of the piano, with the sound of the piano, Ho Zining's body relaxed completely. She didn't need to even think because she had practiced this song a thousand times just to play for Qiao Nanzhi. The sound just flowed out from her slender fingertips.

She looked around at the flamboyant crowd and her heart stirred. She thought of a dialogue in the works of the French novelist, Forbert Amon.

Today, since she had reached this point, she simply vented all her emotions through that dialogue!

At that time, learning French was a very fashionable thing. She had learned to pronounce, but now for many years, she had forgotten the words. But she used to be very fond of that dialogue and recited it many times, so she almost blurted it out.

"Oh femme, les beaux diamants d’or, les perles étincelantes, vous ont valu une imagination aussi vaine que celle de l’empereur. Il ne vous reste que le ventre de la snobbery, le parfum de l’arrogance, le parfum de la provocation et du meurtre."

As she spoke in French, her eyes drifted to Jian An'an, who was standing with Qiao Nanzhi in the distance.

Jian An'an was well-dressed with a lot of jewels, while she looked so poor as if had nothing left.

But what did Jian An'an have? Behind all the respect and admiration, it was only because she had hooked up with the Qiao Family!

If not for Qiao Nanzhi, with the current status of the Jian Family, Jian An'an might not even get a ticket. How could she stand at the position of the hostess and accept the admiring eyes of the famous ladies?!

The dulcet French continued to come out from Ho Zining's ordinary lips: "Oh femme, quand vous avez à nouveau salué la célébrité, salué la richesse, levé les bras au pouvoir, ne demandez pas au tortue qui chantait, qui ne sait plus où il va."

The people around her could not help but be attracted by her. They tacitly stopped talking, and listened to this French poem.

"Parce que sa voix était sèche et sombre, pour la destruction de la vérité, du respect et de l’âme propre."

Ho Zining played the last note and finished the poem.

The sound was still lingering and the scene was still quiet.

She stood up, bowed to the crowd and smiled at herself, "Excuse me, everyone."

Then she turned and left.

Just as she was leaving, Huo Yanshen's eyes had been following her back. He even didn't turned his head and said to Shen Nanfeng, the special assistant beside him, "Investigate that woman."

"Okay, President Huo!" Shen Nanfeng nodded.

Ho Zining walked out of the hall and closed the door. All of a sudden, she, the interference factor that did not belong to this world, disappeared.

The hall returned to its original atmosphere after a brief discussion.

Huo Yanshen stood up from the sofa and said to Qiao Nanzhi, "Mr. Qiao, I have something to do. I'm leaving."

As he spoke, he left without waiting for Qiao Nanzhi to react.

For some reason, when the woman left, Huo Yanshen felt that the party had become dull.

He even began to recall what he had just heard.

He knew many languages and French was a required subject for him. Some people at the banquet pretended to understand the French poem, but he indeed understood.

That woman was not simple. She was mocking those who looked noble and luxurious and needed the admiration of her class.

But what she said made sense.

Huo Yanshen walked to the door and the car was already ready. He turned his eyes and saw that Ho Zining was standing in the bus station ten meters away, anxiously waiting for something.

He narrowed his eyes. The moment he got on the car, he told the driver, "Go to the station."