Gong Beiyao adjusted his tie, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal a handsome collarbone.
A sense of irritability arose spontaneously.
Everything had been going so well, but to suddenly come to a stop, how could anyone feel comfortable?
The words Sheng Qianxia told him at noon had left him feeling stifled.
It was as if something important had been abruptly taken from him, leaving him unwilling to let go.
Damn it! Now even a single piece of music made him feel so choked up!
Gong Beiyao suddenly stood up from his seat and strode toward the exit of the box!
Beitang hurried to follow.
At last, he managed to persuade him to leave; what happens next is up to fate.
*
Elsewhere.
Liangchen Jinxiu Hall.
Bang—
A hand pressed on the piano keys, producing several discordant notes.
The figure standing in front of the piano stand blocked some of the light.
