At that moment, Wen Huai walked in with a bunch of keys and placed them on Wen Xin's table. "Old Ma asked me to give this to you. He said that you should keep the keys for the things you bought. He didn't give it to anyone."
Wen Xin glanced at the keys and stuffed them into her backpack." Old Ma is really cautious. The piano is meant to be played. Why don't you just use it for the music teacher?"
Wen Xin's voice wasn't loud, so Wen Huai could hear her clearly. He turned around and looked at Wen Xin. "Do you think the music teacher doesn't want to? When the music teacher heard the news yesterday, she rushed to the school in the heavy rain. She was so excited when she saw the piano that she couldn't speak."
