After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

At this moment, a melodious sound suddenly came from the second floor.

Almost everyone looked at the second floor.

It sounded beautiful, which echoed in every corner of the teahouse. Even the laypeople would thought it was amazing!

When Tiffany was about to ask the waitress who played that, someone shouted, "It's Master Keturah! It's Master Keturah playing the harp!"

"I didn't expect to hear Master Keturah playing the harp!"

When the customers heard the words, "Master Keturah”, they were excited.

Tiffany was a pianist, so she could tell how skilled the player was. She couldn't help saying, “Isn't Master Keturah good at playing the piano?" "Miss, I gotta tell you. Master Keturah has only learned playing the piano for a month. She likes playing the harp the most. So, she will come to the teahouse to play the harp when she is free. Otherwise, what do you think makes this teahouse so popular?”

All of clients came here to listen to Master Keturah playing the harp! One month!

Master Keturah only learned playing the piano for one month and she could win the world championship of piano competition!

It shocked Tiffany who had learned to play the piano since little.

She felt it hard to accept the reality. How annoying.

"We have an appointment with Master Keturah," Franklin said coldly. Tiffany looked smug. "Can you take us to the room where Master Keturah is?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

waitress smiled at Franklin, "So you are

followed the waitress and walked towards the second floor

waitress took them

was a spacious terrace in the room and someone was playing

After filling up the cups, she walked out. Franklin listened quietly to the beautiful sound of the harp, with his slender

blowing hot tea and

teahouse just now, she noticed the envy and jealousy in the

She was faintly proud.

enjoyed being envied by

she could always

the melodious, beautiful sound of the harp continued. Tiffany couldn't sit still. She complained in a low voice, “Franklin, does

the music she played was tinged with loneliness, perhaps

the music style

slightly. Master Keturah was

this moment, behind the byobu screen, the sound of harp came

thin lips, "Master Keturah, I'm Franklin. Thanks to Sylvia and Mrs. Wright,

and then said respectfully to Franklin,

Franklin and Tiffany followed the waitress,

the door of the spacious terrace. After the waitress lifted

was ready to receive them in another

door of another room, they saw delicate

quietly with a harp in her arms on the

them unable to see her face. But they could feel