"Mr. Hall can act? Really? Did you study acting before?" Marilyn asked in surprise.
"Yes. I studied opera performance before, but later I discovered that I preferred writing beautiful stories with words, so I became a writer," Jiang Hao said.
"Opera performance? Then you must be able to sing opera too?" Marilyn asked again in surprise.
"Of course. Do you like opera?"
Marilyn nodded vigorously. "Yes, I like opera, but I like pop songs even more. I want to sing too, but my voice isn't good. My teacher said I don't have the potential to become a singer."
Aside from being sexy, this girl might not have much talent in other areas. Then again, ordinary people weren't gifted at everything. Very few people were truly suited for singing and performing, which was why they were so sought after.
"Mr. Hall, could you sing a song? I really love listening to songs," Marilyn said in a slightly pleading tone.
It was hard to refuse such a beauty when she pleaded so softly. Besides, was there any reason to refuse? "No problem. Since you like pop songs, I'll sing a pop song."
As he spoke, Jiang Hao walked over to the piano and sat down.
"Oh, you can play the piano too?"
"Yes." Jiang Hao smiled.
He opened the piano lid, thought for a moment, then began playing. Opening his mouth, he sang, "When I was young, I'd listen to the radio, waiting for my favorite songs. When the songs played, I'd hum along softly."
Marilyn stood beside the piano, her blue eyes fixed on Jiang Hao. The man played elegantly, his voice low and powerful, and a beautiful song flowed through the room. At that moment, she felt that the man before her was so handsome, so charming. She stared at