The next day.
At nine in the morning.
Qin Hai knocked on the door of Lin Qingya's office and walked in with a big smile.
Lin Qingya looked up at him, immediately furrowed her brows, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"Ha ha, Qingya, I really didn't expect you to go to Chunjiang University yesterday, let alone that you would hear me play the piano. So, how was it? My piano playing is pretty good, right?"
Despite Lin Qingya's freezing demeanor, Qin Hai didn't mind at all. He cheekily sat down opposite her, then asked with a grin.
"I'm asking you, what are you doing here?" Lin Qingya slammed her pen on the desk and glared at Qin Hai.
