At eight o'clock in the evening, Braxton Bai was practicing the piano in the piano room.
Zander Zhou, who was passing by, listened for a while.
After pondering for a moment, he knocked on the door and said with a smile, "Your music seems a little absent-minded? Are you worried about anything?"
The windows in the room were not open and the air was stuffy, so Zander Zhou simply opened the door wide to ventilate the room.
Braxton Bai withdrew his fingers from the piano keys and picked up a foldable white card on the piano with a worried look on his face.
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