Sprawled on the sofa in the living room, Hyson was throwing a pebble up and then catching it when it came down. It was his version of wasting time all by himself. In the background, music was playing. Precisely, it was a piano piece was called Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy.
'Such a romantic piece, he doesn't even know how to appreciate it.'
Mu Chenyan chuckled at Yue Yue, "I also can't see the beauty of this piano piece."
Yue Yue gave her a disdainful look, 'Such uncultured people I have around me.'
Mu Chenyan shook her head at her, "I'm definitely an uncultured person but don't say anything about our family's little baby. He is not uncultured like me. If he had been one, he wouldn't have won one of the most prestigious piano awards at the age of 13!" She sighed out, "It's just that he is as clueless about love as his best friend. Isn't it obvious that he won't be able to appreciate the romantic piece playing in the background?"
