At that moment, Tang Feng finished his song onscreen. The girls weren’t interested in standing on the sidewalk any longer and left while chatting. The TV screens quickly switched to a shot of Ge Chen’s angelic face. In comparison to Tang Feng’s carefree and joyful way of singing and playing, Ge Chen’s style leaned more towards beautiful and moving ballads.
Living up to their reputation of being from a former idol group, both of them were good singers. Each sang with their unique styles, but Tang Feng’s performance was more tasteful and pleasing.
Albert lifted his mouth in a smirk, his eyes staring straight at the man on the screen who was sitting quietly in a corner. A spark of fire gradually lit up in his eyes.
“My Esmeralda. Passionate, hopeful, and utterly beautiful.”