“Forget about it. I better not show off my meagre talents,” said Tang Yin as he broke into a smile.
There were sparks of animosity on the table.
“Since you understand music, how could you give up such a good opportunity?” Wang Yanchao suddenly became enthusiastic as a sneer spread across his face. “You can’t just say that without putting it into practice. Since you think that there is a flaw in my playing, you can go up the stage and perform a piano piece as well…”
Their surroundings became quiet in that instant. It seemed that many people heard his words.
Did somebody say that Wang Yanchao’s playing had some flaws in it?
How could such a good piano piece have flaws in it? Just who did he think he was? Did he understand music? Did he understand anything about art at all?