"You... you..."
Witnessing how fast Ye Fan could play the piano, fast enough to light a cigarette on the keys, the person who had criticized Ye Fan was dumbfounded on the spot.
Subsequently, Ye Fan waved his hand, and the dense swarms of bees on the stage retreated to both sides as if they understood Ye Fan's command.
Ye Fan's gaze locked onto the pale-faced Wei Chen and said, "You indeed have some talent on the piano, but you are still greatly inferior to the ancient sages. The evaluation I gave you just now was barely passable, do you accept that now?"
"I..." Wei Chen opened his mouth, his face bitter.
How could he have known that Ye Fan was grading him based on the standards of the ancient sages? If he had known that Ye Fan's evaluation was gauged by those standards, he wouldn't have dared to challenge him.
Now, not only did he fail to regain his dignity, but he was also slapped in the face, figuratively, by Ye Fan.