Song Yifan's eyes lowered slightly, and he slowly treated the fresh ingredients, and said calmly: "You've read it wrong. A Xuan has long been dead. No matter how similar she looks, she will not be her."

Sheng Ximing also fell silent for a while before continuing: "It really looks like... I first saw A Xuan. If she had children back then, I probably..."

Song Yifan's hand shook slightly, and his eyes, which had always been steady and refreshing, had a slight fluctuation, "Where is she?"

Sheng Ximing pointed to the place by the window, a corner there, from their perspective, and was completely blocked by the tall sofa.

Song Yifan put down his chopsticks, stood up, and looked over.

But before I saw it, there was one more person in front of me.

He is the owner of a hot pot restaurant. He smiled politely and said, "Mr. Song, how are you thinking?"

Song Yifan frowned and looked over again, and saw the soft and beautiful little face.

"Okay, but I'll add a condition."

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Su Qianci felt a little nervous when she saw Li Sicheng walking back.

He kept burning the ingredients silently, pretending not to know that he was back.

Li Sicheng didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a bit stalemate for a while.

"Buzz--"

The sound of the microphone starting sounded from all directions, a little sharp and harsh.

"Good afternoon for everyone, I'm glad to see you here..."

Many people just listen to the scene and lower their heads and eat again.

"Today, Mr. Song Yifan also came to our store. Do you want to listen to him playing the piano?"

Song Yifan!

Hearing this name, many people raised their heads and immediately responded: "I want to!"

"Is it really Song Yifan?"

"No, it's just a gimmick in the hot pot restaurant, right?"

...

Su Qianci looked in the voice and could see a piano parked in the center of the hall from her perspective.

In front of the piano, there was a man standing, and the words just now were spoken from his mouth.

"Let Mr. Song see if you have a good enthusiasm, let's shout together, Song Yifan, Song Yifan, Song Yifan..."

The people in the entire restaurant started shouting.

Everyone's eyes were glancing around in the hall, trying to capture Song Yifan's figure.

Su Qianci was no exception. After a while, she saw a man in his thirties and forties standing up in a corner, with a tall figure, thin but healthy body.

I saw him walking to the piano, wearing casual clothes, looking soft and casual, but his elegant aristocratic atmosphere was still deep.

As soon as Su Qianci saw his face clearly, she immediately held her breath, her heartbeat, and accelerated excitedly.

This...this person, Song Yifan??

Song Yifan, one of the famous international pianists and the only Chinese in the International Piano Association?

No way, she actually met Song Yifan in such a place?

Oh my God, she won't be dreaming!

The idol I admire most in my past and present lives, and the only object of worship, can actually be seen here!

So amazing!

He widened his eyes in disbelief and wanted to look carefully, but after a glance at him accidentally, he saw a familiar figure standing up.

Uncle Sheng?

Uncle Sheng and Song Yifan came to have hot pot together?

Yes, Uncle Sheng and Song Yifan seem to be very good friends.
Chapter completed!