As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Ye Xuan, and his voice turned cold: "Kid, if you have any sense of self-awareness, you'd better leave immediately! This place isn't meant for you, and not just anyone can play my compositions!"
With his hands clasped behind his back, he spoke in a lecturing tone: "Young man, I advise you to be more grounded. Go home and practice the piano diligently, and maybe in ten or twenty years, you'll make some modest progress in the art of piano."
Looking at Mo Tao's preachy demeanor, Ye Xuan found it somewhat amusing.
He casually glanced over the two of them and asked, "Are you done? If you're finished, then shut up already!"
Hmm?
Upon hearing this, Mo Tao furrowed his brows. He didn't expect this kid to be so ungrateful, not only ignoring his advice but also maintaining such an arrogant attitude.
This only intensified his dissatisfaction!
"Kid, you..."
Wu Shihao was immediately enraged, pointing at Ye Xuan and about to start cursing.
