"Huh?"
Shen Congfei was startled by the sound next to him. He turned to look at Xia Wei's puzzled face, hesitatingly stammered:
"Oh, nothing, just looking at the computer."
"I'm not talking about that."
The person opposite pointed to the keyboard's position, then pointed to his floating right hand.
"Cong Fei, I've been wanting to ask for a while, what is this...?"
Shen Congfei lowered his head to look at the system panel in front of him.
He knew that only he could see this.
So, it was challenging to explain.
"Ah, I, I am...practicing the piano. Yes, practicing the piano."
Finding an excuse with some difficulty, Shen Congfei breathed a sigh of relief.
Later, he could use some surplus professional planning points to add an artist profession to cover up the lie.
Xia Wei tilted her head, looking puzzled, "Practicing the piano? Since when?"
"I've never seen you touch a piano before?"
To cover up a lie, people often need to tell countless other lies.
