From the moment Song Dabai raised his hand and began playing, to the end of the performance, Lu Jinyan's mind was filled with this thought.
For years, he had been looking for a piano prodigy like Song Dabai, but had little success. Among all the children he had seen, Song Dabai was the most talented and possessed a strong desire to perform.
Such a talent is rare and valuable.
But before Song Dabai could answer, Song Yinyin blurted out, "You're not allowed to go!"
"Mommy..." Song Dabai looked up with pleading eyes at Song Yinyin.
But when he saw the warning look in her eyes, Song Dabai pursed his lips in disappointment but obediently said, "Uncle, I won't go."
Lu Jinyan glanced at Song Yinyin but said nothing.
He once again ruffled Song Dabai's cheek and said, "Goodbye, little one. We shall meet again."
"Goodbye, uncle."
Song Dabai waved his chubby little hand, the smile still bright on his face.
