Meanwhile, in the spacious piano hall.
Chichu Hong's fingertips gently plucked at the grand piano, playing a familiar tune, and she glanced at the blonde girl beside her:
"Like this, am I right?"
Xu Xiaoyou's hands rested on the black and white keys, moonlight flowing calmly in her eyes. Noticing Chichu Hong's call, she snapped out of her thoughts with a slight smile:
"No problem at all, Miss Hong."
Chichu Hong suddenly realized this person trying to get her to talk wasn't so annoying after all. In some ways, she was rather nice. Her conversation was gentle and courteous, humorous and witty, and she was a good listener, better versed in social etiquette than those in the family.
"By the way, did Miss Hong used to practice before?"
Dressed in sleepwear, Chichu Hong seemed to recall something, a faintly confused emotion flashing across the young girl's face.
