That day, when Yan Zao and Lily played a piano duet, Lan Mu was told by Yu Yesang that evening when he picked her up. Why is he bringing it up now, what's he trying to ask?
Yan Zao felt a little guilty and covered it up with a smile, "Could it be that you've been charmed by your extraordinarily talented wife?"
"Narcissistic," Lan Mu rolled his eyes at Yan Zao, his once cheerful smile now gone, replaced by a look of disdain, "What charmed me is your beauty. With that dumb brain of yours and your sight for trouble, what else could possibly be attractive?"
After he spoke, he didn't give Yan Zao the chance to retort and continued to ask, "When did you practice that piece?"
Yan Zao's first reaction was that Lan Mu was suspicious of something. She felt uneasy inside, but managed to feign calmness on the outside, "I didn't practice, it was all improvised on the spot."
Lan Mu snorted coldly, "You think I can't play the piano?"
His voice also suddenly turned cold.
