When Chu Yunyi saw Huo qingge, he did not even bat an eye and continued to play his zither.
Repeating the same song over and over again ...
Half an hour later, Huo qingge could not help but look at li beixiao, but he did not say anything.
Li beixiao's cold face was tense, and his slightly squinted eyes had a quiet darkness.
Chu Yunyi kept flicking like this, and Huo qingge was worried that his fingers would be crippled.
"Yun Yi, stop ..."
Finally, Huo qingge opened her mouth. She really did not understand why li beixiao did not stop him.
However, Chu Yunyi didn't seem to hear her and continued to play.
"Don't keep flicking, your fingers will be crippled!"
Huo qingge was getting a little anxious. This Chu Yunyi, who had been playing the zither with a dark expression on his face, was a complete stranger to her.
The Chu Tian she knew was someone who had no other expression than a gentle smile.
