"Master Zhang, what do you think now? Is my composition still trash?"
Lan Jin leaned against the piano rack behind her, pocketing her lighter, still exuding her usual aloof and careless demeanor, with a smile that was not quite a smile narrowing her eyes.
Zhang Mai came back to his senses from his stupor, his face a muddle of green, white, red, and purple, feeling utterly humiliated for the first time.
He moistened his dry lips and his gaze flickered uncertainly before he lowered his stance and bowed his head slightly.
"I apologize, I was blind to the pearl and mistook it for a fish's eye, unworthy of the title 'master'. I offer you my apologies!"
Lan Jin bit into some candy, her laugh carrying a deep meaning, as she moderated her expression and finally replied with a nonchalant, "I can't accept that."
She retrieved her sheet music, ready to take her leave.
Seeing her about to leave, both Zhang Mai and Rong Huo grew anxious, almost in unison, "Wait a moment."
