Qin Hao slightly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Wulang, with a slight smile on his mouth.
That seemingly indifferent but actually contemptuous smile instantly enraged Wulang.
This loser, how dare he look down on me?
The next moment, Wulang's face turned sinister as he shouted, "Disgusting..."
Halfway through his words, he couldn't continue.
Because Qin Hao's fingers started moving, each finger very fluid and harmonious, as if they had merged with the piano, very harmonious indeed.
Because of the movement of his fingertips, the piano sound was perfectly produced.
Initially, the sound was somewhat chaotic, like a child randomly pressing keys.
Sister Hua heard it and couldn't help but sneer, "What's this fool doing? Playing randomly?"
She turned to look at Wulang, trying to get his appreciation.
However, she didn't see the imagined mocking expression from Wulang.
What she saw was Wulang's surprised expression.
