"I don't care. I'll treat you whatever you want!" The woman blushed.
Zhang Jun smiled and held the piano with his elbow calmly. He raised his red lips and said lightly, "This glass of wine belongs to Zhihuashi."
The girl looked up at Zhang Jun, who was standing in the center of the stage. Unexpectedly, she met his gaze.
The girl pulled her eyes away, and her cheeks were a little hot. All the women in the field were staring at him. Why did he want to look at her?
He smiled. His smile in the mist was like the light of spring in front of him.
The girl frowned slightly and saw a flash of obsession in Zhang Jun's almond-shaped eyes. Then, the obsession turned into a smile, and the peach blossoms drifted away.
The girl narrowed her eyes, and the smile on her face froze.
She was indeed a w
