Regarding the music scores for the concert, Su Wan was almost thoroughly familiar with them. Under Fu Weiheng's meticulous guidance, she went through the rhythm, melody, and the emotional grasp of each section, and after a small holiday, she could effortlessly keep up with everyone's performance.
The whole morning, under Fu Weiheng's demanding supervision, everybody couldn't count how many times they played just the first movement of "Butterfly Lovers." However, they couldn't produce a result that satisfied Mr. Fu, and they couldn't move on to the next movement.
As a result, everyone was listless and lacked energy during lunch break.
Su Wan waited for Fu Weiheng to go upstairs before taking the elevator. When she knocked on the door and was allowed in, she clearly felt a cloud of low pressure...
Fu Weiheng was leaning against the office chair with his eyes closed, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and his handsome features looked extremely aloof.
