Chapter 119 Masquerade

In the south-facing room, the classical sheepskin chandelier sprinkled soft light, covering the two people under the lamp.

Wen Yiru stood by the piano and carefully taught the little man. Qiang qiang lowered his head, ten tender fingers touched the keys, and the small face was full of seriousness.

I didn't alarm them. I just stood at the door and listened quietly. Although the sound of the piano was intermittent and unskilled, Qiang qiang was just a little boy who was less than three...