"Hey, Qiao Yan, wait up!"
Qiao Yan quickened his pace, his hand just reaching for the rehearsal hall door when a figure rounded the corner, blocking his path.
"Fu Xiangchen?!"
At the same moment, the zither music from within the room fell silent.
Fu Xiangchen stood planted in the doorway. Qiao Yan knew it was intentional. "What's the meaning of this, Fu Xiangchen?"
"You should call me Uncle Fu," F
















