Lin Shiyin looked toward the dark where Ye Chen was, her expression becoming somewhat surprised.
She could tell that this piano piece was extremely difficult.
No one without long-term practice could possibly achieve this.
Yet Ye Chen, a delivery guy, could not only play it, but play it so well.
The entire performance was flawless.
Even Lin Shiyin found it difficult to achieve.
She was also surprised by Ye Chen's level of piano playing.
Lin Shiyin had been playing the piano since childhood, and still couldn't match this.
Ye Chen, a delivery guy, could play so melodiously and accurately; it was truly remarkable.
Lin Shiyin knew Ye Chen could write poetry, and had seen two poems from him that were indeed impressive.
Now seeing Ye Chen could play piano too.
This made Lin Shiyin's heart flustered, her mouth agape, her face full of astonishment.
Wu Tong, seeing his goddess looking at the darkened figure with such eyes, felt a bit jealous inside.
