However, just as everyone was immersed in the music, Xiao Zheng slightly furrowed his brow, for he had detected some flaws in the playing.
As someone with a high level of piano-playing skill, hearing these imperfections was like spotting a mouse dropping in a delicious pot of meat soup; it made his whole body intensely uncomfortable.
Therefore, Xiao Zheng appeared somewhat restless.
Fan Mingzhe had been observing Xiao Zheng carefully. Now, seeing Xiao Zheng's expression, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought to himself, "Just now I was pondering how to use this piano recital to mock you for your lack of artistic cultivation, but you've walked right into it yourself, haha, excellent, excellent."
With that thought, a malicious smile appeared on Fan Mingzhe's lips, and he casually said to Xiao Zheng with a faint smile, "Brother Xiao, you seem to be a bit displeased. What's the matter, is the piano playing not to your liking?"