Tong Xin swirled her wine glass, the purplish-red liquid inside flickering, but it was not wine, but grape juice. Tong Xin had an alcohol intolerant constitution and couldn't drink alcohol.
She sighed and said, "Qin Lang, Yang Fei isn't that easy to pursue."
This handsome young man was Tong Xin's cousin, and he grew up together with Yang Fei and Xia Zihan. Qin Lang went abroad to study piano when he was about ten years old and only recently returned.
He had already met Yang Gang twice at a restaurant and school.
Qin Lang's piano talent was pretty good. After more than a decade of intense study, he was considered a standout in the world of youth piano.
"Who knows without trying?" Qin Lang looked at the piano in the bar, full of confidence.
At this time, the bar's door was pushed open. Qin Lang's face filled with excitement, felt a bit disappointed seeing it wasn't Yang Fei.
