Following the sound of the flute, he saw Qin Hanhan playing a tune from afar.
Mr. Tao hurried forward with quick steps.
The footsteps were too chaotic, and Chu Shun turned his head to see Mr. Tao approaching. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Mr. Tao looking at Qin Hanhan, his voice trembling, asking, "How do you know this song?!"
The sudden question directly stunned Qin Hanhan.
Mr. Tao's urgency was too conspicuous.
They had been at the lakeside for less than half a month. He always had a leisurely demeanor, never showing such urgency before.
She got distracted, and Mr. Tao became even more anxious, asking again, "How do you know this song?!"
"My mother taught me," Qin Hanhan replied.
"Your mother?"
"What's your mother's name?!" Mr. Tao's voice grew more urgent.
No one was more familiar with this song than him.
Because he composed it for his beloved daughter when he was young.
Qin Hanhan was even more puzzled.
