"Stop messing around." Although the tone was reprimanding, the voice had softened. Yu Zexiao breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, Jian Anning tidied up the room and brought two cups of tea, one handed to Yu Zexiao, and the other—
She behaved quite differently than usual. Normally, when they were practicing in the piano room, she would absolutely never interrupt them, fearing she might disrupt their inspiration and thoughts. But today, she sat casually on a sofa with her cup of tea, holding a notebook in her hands, while they played the piano. She sat at the side, handling her business affairs.
Yu Zexiao's mouth twitched; he clearly understood that Jian Anning had seen the scene just now. Although he didn't say anything, there was a bit of discomfort in his heart. He pretended like nothing happened and continued to correct notes over and over with Nie Anni.
