Qiao Nian took out the phone that she had prepared long ago. She found one of the audio files and pressed the play button. Melodious music surged in the ward.
It was Zhui Guang's style.
It was very strong.
It was also unique and difficult to imitate.
After Qiao Nian opened the audio file on her phone, she threw the phone on the bed. Her tone was clear as she said casually, "Is this the part you copied?"
Qiao Chen's eyes were intense. Her hands instinctively wanted to grab the blanket, but when she exerted strength, she only felt a sharp pain in her fingers. She suddenly recalled the doctor's words earlier. He said that her hand was crippled and that she would never be able to play the piano again. Strong hatred burst out of her eyes as she looked at Qiao Nian and denied coldly, "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about. I've never heard this song.
"Qiao Nian, if you want to accuse me of plagiarism, there's no need!"
