"I just listened, it can definitely pass the review!" Mao Lili showed a professionally confident expression.
"Can you play it again? I want to listen."
"No way." Zhang Ziqi immediately put away her pad, feeling guilty and worried.
Although it was a discarded draft written by Sister Jiang Man, she might forget it herself later on, but Zhang Ziqi thought it would be better to revise it before submitting it for review.
"Was someone playing piano just now?" At that moment, Wen Rui, who was studying vocabulary on the balcony, pushed open the glass door.
She was very focused when she studied, usually able to block out any surrounding noise automatically.
But the piece just now could not be ignored, listening to it made her feel like she was by the sea in summer, refreshing and delightful.
"Qiqi played an original composition, planning to submit it to Rolling Stone Records!" Mao Lili acted as Zhang Ziqi's spokesperson, as if she had written the song herself, very spirited.