Mr. Leroy, Do You Like Reyna?

Just as Lance finished speaking, a few more people suddenly walked in. They carried the piano in and finally placed it near the window.

Leroy walked over, pulled a chair over, and sat down. He looked at Lance. "I saw that you were very bored recently, so I bought you a piano. When you are free, you can play the piano."

At a glance, Lance knew that the piano was expensive. He didn't think that he deserved it. Lance then quickly waved his hand and refused, "Mr. Leroy, I can't accept this piano. Actually, I have already asked Reyna to bring the piano at home to the hospital."

Leroy seemed to have thought of something and frowned. "Do you mean the one with a broken keycap and a bad tone?"

Lance scratched his ears and smiled a little embarrassedly, "It may just be a very ordinary piano in your eyes. But for me, it is not that simple. After my father left, Reyna bought it for me with her salary after working for so long. I have always liked it."