Lin Tian sat in front of the piano, turned around and playfully raised an eyebrow at Liou Qingcheng, then mimicked her posture. Head held high, chest out, hands lightly resting on the black and white keys, paired with that confident gaze, it really looked like something, albeit missing a suit.
However, Jiang Pan Die burst into laughter at this sight of his mock seriousness. What came to mind was actually a fake Daoist setting up a phony altar.
Lin Tian didn't care about Jiang Pan Die's expression because he had already closed his eyes, replaying every detail of the performance Liou Qingcheng had just given in his mind.
As the first note rang out, Lin Tian's hands suddenly danced swiftly across the piano keys. If Liou Qingcheng's technique was as beautiful as two butterflies gracefully dancing, then Lin Tian was no different, his speed was as if divinely assisted.
