"Sir, it is Young Master Tinghao playing the violin." Tan Mu, lacking a musical ear, naturally assumed it was Bao Tinghao playing since he was there.
"You call yourself a scout and can't distinguish different instruments' sounds." Bo Sishen said coldly, "Listen to more music later."
"Yes, Sir!" Tan Mu paid attention just now and realized it was indeed two different instruments.
Bo Sishen tossed the pen aside and abruptly stood up, coldly leaving his desk.
"Hey, Sir, where are you going!" Tan Mu opened a document, but saw that Bo Sishen had already left the desk.
Bo Sishen didn't answer Tan Mu's question, simply giving him an indifferent figure.
As Bo Sishen walked towards Bao Tinghao's room, the tunes, so synchronously harmonized, and he could hear a hint of joy and happiness in the violin sound.
Bo Sishen's deep eyes darkened, emitting a cold light.
Music can reflect a person's emotions.
And Bao Tinghao's current joy was because Mu Shini was playing with him.
