She was looking at the new guzheng placed in the middle.
"When did you buy it?" Without turning her head, she knew he had come out.
Jiang Fulai knew she didn't like to blow-dry her hair, so he went to the bathroom, fetched the hairdryer, and had her sit on the sofa to help her dry her hair, "A couple of days ago, I saw they were about to transport it to the exhibition and had someone intercept it."
It was a guzheng that hadn't even made it to the exhibition yet.
Bai Lian was lying on the sofa sideways, and by now, she no longer asked Jiang Fulai how much he spent on this zither; she was only thinking about whether Dean Jian knew about this zither and whether she should invite him to see it at home.
Midway through the blow-drying, Zhou Wenqing's phone call came through.
He said something, but Bai Lian couldn't hear it clearly, so she just tilted her head back, "Turn it off first."
Jiang Fulai stretched out his hand to turn off the hairdryer.