Mo Shu turned and gave Yu Siqiao a smile.
That smile was pretty, gentle, coquettish, and glamorous, but the warning deeply buried in those eyes was like a blade edged with frost.
Yu Siqiao had never seen her with such an expression, his heart suddenly stirred, he curled his lips slightly, and with a flick of his two fingers together, he said, "Get her up there for me."
Sha Sha was dumbfounded and shouted, "Young Master Yu, how could you do this, hey! You just want to make your woman happy by using me as a scapegoat, that's so unfair!"
Yu Siqiao acted as though he hadn't heard, having already stood up and followed.
And so, Sha Sha was pitifully lifted up, full of regret, she said, "Mo Shu, I was wrong, can we discuss this, you play the solo on stage, and I'll cheer for you from below!"
How could Mo Shu possibly play the violin!
