章 118: 118, erupt, Li Hannian!

Originally, at the beginning, she occasionally looked outside the window, but later, becoming too engrossed in reading, she was completely immersed in the book—she didn't even realize he had returned?

Doomed!

Before she could muster her emotions, how had he returned?

Feeling her own emotions were off, she quickly sat up, pulled out the noise-canceling earplugs from her ears, and assumed a defiant posture.

"The music was played by me, the manuscript paper was also thrown by me..." Arrogantly raising her eyebrows, she provocatively met his eyes, "It was all my doing!"

"Where is my manuscript?!"

What she had thrown on the floor were just some of his practice pieces, trivial matters—Li Hannian did not see his manuscript.

"Manuscript?" Chu Nanxi deliberately played dumb, her tone showing extreme disdain, "What manuscript? … Oh, do you mean that stack of scores with writing on it that was on the piano? I thought it was scrap paper, so I threw it under the piano!"