Ye Xingguang was surprised, "Mr. Gu, how did you know?"
Old Mr. Gu pointed to his ears, "The emotion within the music can't be deceiving. For the same song, a thousand people would sing it in a thousand different ways, no one else could reproduce the same melody from the piano last night, other than the person who played it. Young miss, you're in love, aren't you?"
"No!" Ye Xingguang responded definitively.
The old man laughed without saying anything.
"Really, no!" Ye Xingguang scratched her hair in frustration.
"Didn't you manage to get the person last night?"
Ye Xingguang: "..."
"Did you manage to get that person today?"
Ye Xingguang: "!!!"
Why is Mr Gu so nosy?
Can't we just discuss business?
"Mr. Gu, do you still want to buy my composition?"
