Yan Ning couldn't help but be curious: "You can even play the piano?"
Zhang Jingdong met her gaze: "Mr. Yan, you must believe that a man daring enough to pursue you, who is so outstanding yourself, can naturally bring you many surprises. Otherwise, how could you possibly take a fancy to him?"
Yan Ning was once again struck by his confidence, blinking her beautiful eyes: "But I just said you must play better than Sister Mei, and Sister Mei's piano skills come from decades of practice, definitely not something ordinary people can match."
As Zhang Jingdong sat down, he casually said: "Since ancient times, there's no first in literature nor second in martial arts; piano skills are not about being superior or inferior, but each has its own brilliance."
"This brilliance can only be fully appreciated by a true connoisseur, but I believe Mr. Yan will definitely be my connoisseur."
Caught off guard, Yan Ning was instantly charmed by his words, a blush appearing on her face.
