Lin Hao's words were brief, calm, and indifferent, as if he were discussing something trivial.
But Xiao Yuteng laughed.
His laugh was full of confidence, charm, and contempt.
"Haha, Mr. Lin, I think you must be joking, right? Do you know my life accomplishments?" Xiao Yuteng's laughter echoed throughout the stadium.
"I don't know," Lin Hao replied truthfully.
Silence.
The stage fell into a brief silence.
Lan Yue Yuxue wanted to speak, but Xiao Yuteng did not give her a chance, expressing slight annoyance: "Mr. Lin, what level is your piano skill?"
"I've never studied it," Lin Hao replied calmly.
I don't know.
Never studied it.
Those plain six words, however, made Xiao Yuteng extremely uncomfortable. It was nothing short of naked humiliation and belittlement of him.
The audience below the stage also stirred up a wave of discussion:
"Blowing his own trumpet much? He hasn't even learned piano and dares to say he's better than Xiao Yuteng?"
