Under the high-definition lens, her skin had no blemishes, excessively beautiful.
Sitting gracefully at the piano, her back straight, posture upright, she lightly curved her lips before placing her hands on the keys.
A cascade of notes poured forth from her fingertips.
Just barely started, Huo Qiyuan was sitting in front of the television and began showering praises.
"Once our Little Zhi Liao steps onto the stage, she adds a spark to the whole show."
"Our grandson's wife is truly amazing, less than a year, and she's on the Spring Festival Gala."
"..."
"Little Zhi Liao's piano playing is incredible, truly at the master level."
Unable to hold back, Huo Jincheng glanced at him and said, "Do you understand piano music?"
"Brat, I have ears too. Why wouldn't I understand?" Huo Qiyuan casually tossed a pillow at Huo Jincheng along with a book.
Catching the pillow, Huo Jincheng muttered to himself: Are those words really necessary?
He absolutely agreed with Huo Qiyuan's words.
