"It's not her, Shuhe's sense of music isn't as good as hers," Dean Jian replied to him.
Such a musical sense is a real pity not to be involved in music.
How big is the likelihood of snatching her from Jiang University?
Dean Jian pondered this at the bottom of his heart.
Meanwhile, the recording engineer was surprised; if it wasn't Leng Shuhe, then who was this girl?
He watched through the camera as Bai Lian gently placed her hands on the strings and looked up to speak with the man beside her.
The boy was dressed in a crisp white shirt, and seemed to have felt the gaze, as he glanced indifferently towards the camera. The recording engineer immediately lowered his head as his gaze met those pale, faint eyes.
After listening to all the recordings, Dean Jian said, "It's about there, Teacher Zhao, thank you for your hard work."
