Sheng Qianxia sat in the passenger seat for a while before she realized that the direction he was driving in wasn't the way home.
"Where are you going? This isn't the way home."
The car stopped outside a piano store.
A thought suddenly popped into Gong Beiyao's mind—
Indulge her interests.
Does she lack a piano?
Sheng Qianxia looked at the piano store and asked him, "Gong Beiyao, are you going to buy a piano?"
"Mhm."
"What kind? Maybe I could help you choose one."
"Any is fine."
What kind of answer is "any"? Such a brush-off!!
Sheng Qianxia curiously pressed on, "Huh? Why did you suddenly decide to buy a piano? Are you looking for a performance-grade one, a regular-grade one, or just for decoration?"
"I just got the whim when I saw a piano store. Do I need a reason?"
Okay... indeed, no reason needed. Sheng Qianxia had nothing to say.
Gong Beiyao got out of the car and pulled her into the piano store.
This was the largest piano store in City A.
