Jing Zhen took the piece of paper and looked at the song. All of a sudden, his peach blossom eyes flashed, and his brows were lifted when he looked at the music score.
Shen Qianhui asked nervously, "How is it?"
Jing Zhen's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Our daughter's song is definitely a top-grade masterpiece!"
"..."
Shen Qianhui's lips twitched. "Please be serious."
"Honey, I'm very serious." Jing Zhen shrugged and looked at her innocently.
Shen Qianhui: "..."
She took the paper back from Jing Zhen's hand and sighed. "Forget it, you probably don't understand. If you really understood music, why have I not seen you sing for so many years?"
Jing Zhen answered, "Because I like acting more!"
"Sure, sure, sure. I'm sure it's not because you cannot sing well." Shen Qianhui went along with his act.
