As it was too late, Murong Qiao didn't delay much when she saw the chauffeur arrive. She hurriedly bade farewell to Jing Jianbai and turned to leave.
Jing Jianbai watched as the other party's figure disappeared behind the door. Then, he raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch.
It was almost one o'clock.
Although the talent show didn't specify a time, it wasn't good to go back too late.
Jing Jianbai turned around and glanced at the piano, planning to sit back and practice one last time.
However, after he sat down, his fingertips had just rested on the black and white keys when he was stopped by the sound of footsteps.
"I knew it was you who was still practicing here." Someone walked in.
They were both boys, but his style was completely different from Jing Jianbai's.
