"Uncle, wait for us!" Zhao Yun ran after Zhao Yang while dragging Lai Jiayi, wasting no time at all.
Being dragged like that, Lai Jiayi could only follow obediently while mulling over Zhao Yang's behavior before.
[Why did he suddenly avoid me like that?] she asked Yaya in her mind.
[Maybe because he feels guilty for trolling you this morning, quack?] Yaya shrugged. [Anyway, just make sure he won't hate you, quack.]
[Mn...I know.] Lai Jiayi sighed, and the girl slowly entered the music room.
Unlike the other room, this one had a medieval era interior design. The cream-colored wall and the high ceiling made one feel like attending a royal ball even though the room wasn't that large.
Since this room was a music room, one could find many old instruments like the piano, violin, etc. All of them looked expensive.
