Thomas Chapman excitedly rubbed his hands, "Could this be a programming language?"
The man had an inscrutable expression, making it hard to read his intentions, and after a while, he curled his lips and said, "Not necessarily."
Thomas Chapman took the phone, marveling at it like treasure, "A master is indeed a master, I can't even understand it. Henry Ronan, should I have the tech department try to decipher it?"
"Up to you." Henry Ronan stood up, pushing off his knees, seemingly uninterested, and turned to go upstairs.
…
The day passed, and Justin Yates's solo concert arrived on schedule.
In such a formal occasion, naturally one shouldn't dress too plainly.
Lucy Ansley specifically returned to Cloudsea Road to find a fitted pale beige satin long dress and boots, paired with a tailored black coat, not too ornate nor disrespectful—a conservative style.
At six thirty in the evening, Fragrant River Concert Hall.
