A passionate symphony was playing in Gu Zhilin's study, and Gu Zhilin sat on the sofa, with his hands and feet undulating with the music. His eyes were slightly closed, and his face showed an expression of appreciation and enjoyment. The teacup beside his hand was still steaming.
The symphony was so loud that Gu Zhilin could not hear the servant knocking on the door for a long time.
In the end, the servant had to knock on the door so powerful that it finally disturbed Gu Zhilin, who was immersed in the symphony. The man frowned unhappily and turned off the music, "Come in!"
The servant could hear the displeasure in Gu Zhilin's voice. He walked in with a smile and saw the cold-faced Gu Zhilin.
"What's the matter? Why did you have to come when I was listening to the music?" Gu Zhilin said unhappily.
