Chapitre 77: Cheng Yang Needs A Psychologist

Cheng Yang's voice was hoarse but firm and a little angry as he snatched the violin from Mo Roulan's hands.

Perhaps he had not spoken for a long time.

"Sorry." She mumbled but she was happy that he finally said something.

She looked at the violin in his hands. The way he was holding it and then put it back on the top of the almirah carefully, Mo Roulan was sure that he really cherished the violin.

She wanted to say something but after the violin was back on its place, Cheng Yang didn't even glance at her and turned around only to go back and sit on the chair just like he was sitting before.

Mo Roulan sighed but didn't give up.

Since he could speak, it must be that he was ignoring her deliberately.

So she again walked in front of him and asked

"Do you know how to play it?"

No response came from the other side.

"You like music?"