Due to the security team's verification and reminders, nobody went over to disturb Fang Zhao after that.
Only in the evening, when the sun was starting to set, did Fang Zhao's attention finally leave his music scores. Looking at the progress he had made today, he finally shut the notebook.
Fang Zhao felt rather satisfied with this piece of work and decided to place it among his concert pieces.
A little growl from his stomach indicated that he was hungry. Fang Zhao looked at the time; it had been so long since he had sat down. His inspiration had been overflowing, and he had composed nonstop and lost track of time. Getting up, he stretched his arms and prepared to leave. He had only walked a few steps when he heard footsteps approaching him.
"Please wait!"
Fang Zhao turned toward the source of the sound and saw a nurse briskly walking over.
