Huaiyu stared at the little boy who came into his view, his brows suddenly furrowing, "It's that kid..."
His muttering was extremely soft, but Mr. Ke still heard it and focused on the figures of the big and small who were late, diving into the front row seats.
"Who?"
Mr. Ke couldn't clearly see the small figure, so he couldn't help asking.
"The kid who brought the bull terrier to the art center for class..."
"Oh, Xiao Ang."
Mr. Ke understood as Prince Huang described it that way.
Matthew Moore is not only a top-notch pianist but also a composer; in his concerts, seventy percent of the pieces are composed by him.
From the moment the first piano note sounded, it was an unforgettable musical feast... excluding Matthew Moore himself, sitting with his slightly greying hair on the piano seat, focused and at ease as his fingertips danced with the notes, everyone present felt as if they too entered the world conveyed by the music.
