Ruan Tianling still held a wine glass in his hand, with less than a sip of red wine left in it.
His gaze was indifferent as he casually looked towards the side, falling on Jian Yufei, who was seated across from him.
The intricately decorated ceiling was embedded with exquisite wall lamps, shining brilliantly like countless stars.
Jian Yufei sat at the piano, her long, silky hair cascading down her chest. Under the illumination of the light, she appeared to be surrounded by a halo, her beauty both gentle and serene.
He never knew that she could also play the piano.
She lost her father at six, her mother remarrying when she was seven. Her selfish and greedy stepfather would never have paid for her to learn piano.
Just one look at her devotion to her accounting major could tell you how pragmatic she was. How could someone who was focused on leading a steady life afford to cultivate a luxurious hobby like playing the piano?
So, when exactly did she learn to play the piano?
