C92 Trapping(1)

"Miss, the tea is ready."

Xiao Ling placed the tea in front of Meng Yi. The faint aroma of the tea caused Meng Yi to perk up. Meng Yi gently pulled the strings on her zither, each string and each note was fresh and elegant.

A man lightly waved a fan, and an air of elegance appeared from his demeanor. He walked up to Meng Yi and said, "Miss's zither music is intoxicating me