The sound of Xu Qingyi's piano practice came from upstairs. Over the past few days, Bian Congsheng had become accustomed to listening to this kind of music while working, and he was gradually able to hear some tricks.
Suddenly, the classical melody quietly turned into a happy birthday song, the low voice of the cello came, and he heard the implicit blessing of the girl who was not good at expressing.
Intention: growth
