In truth, from a purely rational perspective, Lin Tian felt that some of Tuoba Jianhui's views were not entirely without merit.
But what Lin Tian could not stand most was how this guy always put on the airs of a senior and said such self-righteous things.
The matter of Lin Tian performing with Gan Yan Yu—
Even Grandpa Gan had not said a single word of objection. The old man had not said anything at all!
What right did you have to talk about "entrusting" her?
Were you even worthy of "entrusting" her?
"..."
After all, he was nearly seventy years old, yet he had been cursed out like this by an eighteen-year-old boy.
Tuoba Jianhui's face clearly became a little hard to maintain.
One hand braced against the wall while the other held his forehead, and he coughed twice.
At the same time, as he looked at Lin Tian, a trace of sorrow rose in his heart.
"Then just take it as an old man's ramblings."
"..."
The old man stroked the cup in his hand and leaned against the wall.
"I once taught a child like that too."
"I know how grave the consequences of that kind of performance can be if it is not controlled. I saw it with my own eyes."
"Watching your performance, I was thinking just now that if the thirty-year-old me had had a pianist like you in the orchestra, perhaps that child might have had a different ending."
More than anything, there was regret.
He had devoted his entire life to the orchestra and trained countless performers.
Yet the image of that young boy had remained impossible to erase from his mind all these years.
When Tuoba Jianhui saw online that his old friend's granddaughter bore some resemblance to that child from