Yes, Fang Yi could play the piano.
This news was truly astonishing.
Ding Miaoyan had already formed an impression of this guy, and his behavior reinforced it—a rogue who liked to play dirty, and an incredibly shameless one at that. Ding Miaoyan had never associated this guy with "art."
Imagine, a thug who liked to play dirty playing the piano, and playing none other than Mozart's Turkish March—could you picture it?
There, under the lights seated in front of the piano, was Fang Yi. Ding Miaoyan could almost see Fang Yi's fingers moving swiftly over the piano keys like the wind, his face filled with a serene expression as if playing such a piece was far too easy for him.
Fang Yi also looked towards Ding Miaoyan. Although surprised, she did not show it, so seeing Ding Miaoyan remain indifferent, Fang Yi thought to himself, does this woman not care for this at all?
That won't do! Time to change tactics!
