Yun Zijin nodded. She wouldn't lie about something like this.
Hearing Yun Zijin's confirmation, Su Mengyao's expression became indescribable.
'Is there something wrong with Xia Jiajiao's brain? She seems abnormally stupid.'
'How could she even think of telling a lie that was bound to be exposed?'
'Was she just trying to save face, even if it made her suffer?'
'No, that's not it. There's probably just something seriously wrong with her.'
"But what is she trying to accomplish by playing the piano right now?"
Su Mengyao watched Xia Jiajiao, who was still lost in her own playing, her curiosity growing about what she was really up to.
When the piece concluded, Xia Jiajiao rose from the piano bench and walked toward Old Sir Lu with a bashful expression.
"Grandpa Lu, I heard from my father that we would be coming to celebrate your birthday. I practiced this piano piece especially for you, and I hope you like it."
