Shu Fu didn't wait for Sheng Qianxia's reply, and just kept typing, the chat box constantly buzzing:
'Oh, I remember you used to play the piano really well. Tonight, there's going to be a large party at my house, and we're in need of a pianist. I couldn't find anyone else at the last minute. Could you perform as a favor?'
'I'd pay you five times the going rate.'
'Ten times?'
'Name your price.'
What does this person mean?
After reading the messages, Sheng Qianxia frowned and typed a few words: 'Sorry, I've never done this kind of work. You better find someone else who is capable.'
Another bombardment from the other side—
'Don't say that! I think you're really suitable! Besides, there's no way to find anyone better on such short notice. Can't you just help me out?'
'I heard you were jilted on the day you got engaged to Muye. Is it because of that incident that you're traumatized, not wanting to attend large gatherings?'
