"That girl..." Zhou Jinhai's voice brought Dylan's attention back to him. "Was she the one playing the piano?"
Dylan looked around before saying, "No. I was the one playing it."
Zhou Jinhai's expressions said it loud and clear that he didn't believe Dylan even for a second. "Do you take me for a fool? Qiu Hedi can't play the piano. I think everyone knows this already."
"Are you insulting me?" asked Dylan. "I can definitely learn it."
"And who has the remarkable patience to teach you piano?"
"Jinhai! Don't play with fire!" exclaimed Dylan.
"Fire? Where is fire? Who is this fire?"
Dylan pointed at himself. "It's me! I'm the fire you're trying to play with."
"Even a matchstick is better than you," scoffed Zhou Jinhai.
