"Yes." Qiao Nian glanced around and did not see anyone in the living room. Her eyes flashed with doubt.

Gu San could sense her uncertainty and said hurriedly, "Master Wang, Young Master Jiang, and some other Young Masters are cooking longevity noodles in the kitchen. It's the most delicious when eaten fresh. As they're still preparing, you will have to wait."

This was the first time Qiao Nian had heard of such noodles. She nodded, then headed downstairs. She took out a drink from the fridge and took two sips.

Gu San came over and passed something to her.

"Miss Qiao, after you left, the service staff at Waterside Loft said that an elderly man had left this with them. He said this was your birthday present. Because he couldn't find you, he asked them to pass it to you instead. It seems to be a musical instrument."

Qiao Nian's brow twisted. She then recalled that she forgot she had an appointment while settling things with Qiao Chen.

She left someone in the lurch.

Frustrated, Qiao Nian asked, "Where is it?"

San replied, "In the living room. Master Wang said that you would definitely look for the present when you wake up, so we've brought

you want to see

handed the item over to her. "I thought that this was a

domestic ancient classical instrument

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the item. The brown wood was simple and it had a semi-circular arc

closely, you could see the subtle differences between

the harp, this instrument lacked a few chords. The body of this instrument was also fully made of wood and had a longer tail-end.

"Yes yes yes. This is the Konghou. Master Wang also said this is the

the calm-looking girl and asked out of curiosity, "Miss Qiao, do you know

a birthday present, one must

knew that not many in the country

"Nie" word carved out on the tail-end of the

instrument and walked towards

San asked curiously, "Isn't this instrument very

for a bit, not expecting him to ask this question. Her eyes closed slightly as

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