At this moment, the violin case was placed on the coffee table. Xue Yating clearly wanted to leave, but she unexpectedly sat down and waited.
Xue Yating was too embarrassed to turn around when she heard footsteps.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. She could even hear that he was standing behind her.
At the same time, an invisible pressure came with it. Xue Yating was a little flustered. She mustered her courage and turned her head. She saw a man with a towel around his waist walking over.
She lowered her head, embarrassed to look at him.
"You want that violin?"
He sat down in front of her and asked in a deep voice.
"That's right, sir. I just wanted to discuss it with you. If you don't want this violin, can you let me have it?"
Xue Yating raised her head and saw a mask on his face.