Today is Ouyang Hui's birthday. The celebration was not overly grand. Feng Jinghan personally invited Old Master Ye, and they've been friends for decades.
Around twelve o'clock, before the opening dance began, Feng Yihuan walked to the piano.
"Hello everyone, today is my grandmother's birthday, and I've specially written a song for her here. I wish her good health and a long life."
After she finished speaking, the melodious sound of the piano began to play, and the banquet suddenly quieted down as everyone gathered around the piano.
Feng Yihuan played while singing. She had a beautiful voice since she was young, and her slender fingers danced across the black and white keys.
Lin Zishuang watched her precious daughter and suddenly felt very moved.
She glanced at Feng Tianyou, "Husband, this is a piece composed by our Huanhuan."
Feng Tianyou nodded, "Our daughter is amazing."
In their eyes, their daughter has always been a source of pride for them.
