Bafang International Hotel lobby.
Five days ago, when Chu Mo and Zhan Bingxue sat here together, Chu Mo's biggest impression of this hotel was its high-end environment; the dining guests around them each were taking their time, eating with refined and polite manners.
In addition, Chu Mo felt that the Kobe beef offered by the restaurant tasted richly flavorful, leaving an enduring aftertaste.
At this moment, however, sitting in the same lobby though with a different mindset and focus, Chu Mo had a completely different experience.
In the center of the lobby, next to a golden piano, a woman in a gorgeous purple cheongsam had her long hair neatly coiffed atop her head, revealing her snowy, slender, and delicate neck.
The woman, with her slender and elongated hands, played the piano with a focused expression, her dazzling eyes slightly squinted beneath her long eyelashes, and the graceful, pure sound of the piano continuously echoed in the golden hall as her fingers danced.
