Yan Qinghe was a music lover, and he was proficient in all kinds of musical instruments. Since he was young, he had started to collect all kinds of musical instruments. For this, he even bought a villa to store his western musical instruments.
This piano was his treasure, and also the treasure of the house. Yan Qinghe usually did not want to touch it, and only played it on important days.
Yan Xi walked over and pressed a few keys. The pitch was very good and the tone was clear and powerful.
Yan Feilu walked over. He looked a little moved.
Yan XI smiled and said, “Brother, why don’t you give it a try?”
Yan Feilu said, “That’s not good. Grandfather’s piano should be given to you.”
Yan XI said, “Then you’re mistaken. Grandfather gave this piano to you.”
Yan Feilu couldn’t believe it. He stood stiffly on the spot and stared at Yan Xi with his eyes wide open.
