Xie Chenmin looked to be about fifteen or sixteen and was already 180 cm tall.
If you put that face in the entertainment industry, it would be the definition of a fresh-faced young idol.
When he first took his seat, he gave off the impression of a cold and aloof young master from a wealthy family.
Who would have thought that two crab legs could make him burst into a brilliant smile, transforming into a whimsical teenager.
"I am not."
Ye Wan shook her head, her gaze sweeping over his fair and slender hands, "Are you here to seek mentorship?"
Xie Chenmin nodded, and the youthful spark in his eyes instantly dissipated, wilting into a withered flower on a high cliff, "Ah, I don't want to be the little prince of piano, I just want to be a peaceful and quiet handsome man. Is that too much to ask?"
Ye Wan: "..."
