As he smiled and patted her hand, Gu Baichuan said, "If only that were true."
"Uncle Baichuan…"
Seeing that he was still sad, Gu Qianqian wanted to comfort him, but the elder Mr. Gu waved his hand: "I'm fine... Let's go, I'll take you to the room you'll be staying in..."
When Gu Baichuan said he'd take her to the room, Gu Qianqian naturally thought of the guest room.
But when she followed the old man upstairs and opened the door, she was stunned again, "Who's room is this?"
"It's no one's room, this is the study. It was arranged by my late wife and I rarely touched the furnishings in here..."
After finishing his words, the old man pointed to several large cello cases not far away, "You like the cello, don't you? So, I thought you might like to stay here..."
"Teacher Ye's study?"
"Yes!"
With that affirmation, Gu Qianqian was even more shocked...
