Song Huaixian also stood up and asked, "Who sent this?"
"Shi Jin," Fu Heyan said.
"Shi Jin?" Song Huaixian glanced at her.
Like Fu Heyan, he had seen many good pianos. He had seen and touched all kinds of expensive and high-class ones.
Playing the piano was a money-burning hobby for normal people to begin with, let alone people like them who participated in various large-scale competitions.
Upon hearing that it was a gift from Shi Jin, Song Huaixian knew that it was probably an ordinary piano.
"Why would she give you a piano?" he asked.
"We had a small misunderstanding before," Fu Heyan said generously. "I told her not to send it, but she refused to listen."
She said to the butler, "Open it and take a look. Help me check it. If there's no problem, I'll sign."
After saying that, she sat down with Song Huaixian to continue drinking tea.
Song Huaixian nodded and picked up his teacup.
