Chapitre 80: 77: Romantic With The Roses And Tulips

In regards to the apology Yan Hansheng was due, Lin FenXiang had not much to say. It was perhaps because throughout his life as a Marquess, as Drystan Meyer, he had only ever apologized with complete sincerity once or at most, six times.

He was simply pants at verbal apology. Most of the time, he would rather apologize for his actions than speak it out.

But that's where the problem stood, Lin FenXiang didn't think that he was close enough to Yan Hansheng to condense his apology into actions rather than words.

The painter was partly conflicted, having already agreed to head over to Yan Hansheng's address when he received a text from the said musician with his address.

Glancing at the line of words, Lin FenXiang's eyebrows went up slightly. Not that he was anything more than slightly surprised.

Yan Hansheng was, after all, a world-renowned classical musician hailed as a prodigy and more often than not put in the same league as great musicians from the last century.