"Hehe, if you're really interested, it's not impossible."
Lu Yunxiao said with a light chuckle.
"I already told you, I'm not interested. Hmph, I'm not talking to you anymore. You're such a bad person."
Ying Huanhuan pouted and focused entirely on drinking her tea, refusing to say another word.
The corner of Lu Yunxiao's mouth curved in a faint smile. He was not annoyed in the slightest as he drank his tea and occasionally glanced at the young girl.
He still looked calm and at ease.
But the little girl had always been lively, and she was still young. How could she truly sit still forever?
It was fine at first, but after some time had passed and she saw that Lu Yunxiao truly was not speaking either—
She began to feel a little bored.
After draining her tea in one gulp, she looked at Lu Yunxiao's indifferent expression. The little girl harrumphed inwardly. She wanted to speak, but could not bring herself to take the initiative and address Lu Yunxiao.
Her big eyes could only wander everywhere until they landed on the ancient qin before Lu Yunxiao.
Seeing the qin, Ying Huanhuan finally remembered why she had come. She had come to make Lu Yunxiao stop playing the qin so carelessly.
"Is this the qin that bad guy played? It looks rather beautiful, and the material seems excellent too. Its grade must be quite high."
Ying Huanhuan thought to herself, her beautiful eyes shining as she looked at the ancient qin.
The ancient qin shimmered with flowing light and looked exceptionally dazzling. At a glance, it was clearly no ordinary item.
Ying Huanhuan loved the qin, and her attainments in the art of the qin were quite high.
At the sight of such a qin, she could no longer