Song Nanruo frowned in confusion and asked, "Does it require such a big gift just to repair a piano?"
Song Xiaoxiang didn't say a word, and looked at the blood diamond in the brocade box with gentle eyes.
To him, his little sister deserves the best in the world, not to mention that this is just a blood diamond.
Thinking back for a moment, Song Nanruo vaguely remembered that he seemed to have promised Qin Shiyue to help him find the source of the poison last time.
"Well, I understand."
-Maybe this is the reason to give her the blood diamond.
*
Yihe Villa.
When Song Nanruo arrived, the servant had been waiting at the door for a long time. Seeing her was like seeing a savior. He trotted up to her and breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss Song, you are finally here!"
"Well," Song Nanruo's face was as pale as water, "Take me in first."
The servant led the way, and she followed closely.
The hall is not as noble as it was on the day of the birthday banquet, but the decoration is still elegant, with low-key luxury everywhere, and the chandeliers overhead are brilliant.
In the hall, a noble lady was sitting on the sofa, wearing a purple cheongsam, her legs were slender and well-proportioned, her upper body was covered by a layer of gauze, and her exposed skin was fair and delicate.
If Song Nanruo's guess is correct, this person is Qin Shiyue's so-called aunt Chen Wanrou.
Hearing the footsteps, Chen Wanrou looked up inadvertently. Although the skin on her face was loose, there were not many wrinkles. She looked well-maintained, and her whole body exuded a graceful and luxurious temperament.
As soon as she saw Song Nanruo, her expression immediately changed.
"Why are you bringing everyone home? What if you meet a liar?" Chen Wanrou's tone was disgusted, and the expression on her face was undisguised, as if she was seeing a pile of garbage instead of a person.
The servant looked slightly embarrassed, but Song Nanruo turned a blind eye to Chen Wanrou and didn't even give her a superfluous look.
Chen Wanrou felt as if she had been punched on cotton, and her breath was stuck in her heart.
She snorted coldly, stood up, and followed Song Nanruo, only a few steps away from her.
She wanted to see what this woman was capable of.
The servant brought Song Nanruo to the main hall, "Miss Song, this is it."
The damaged guqin has been properly placed in the hall, and it can be seen that the person who holds the qin cares about the qin.
When I looked closer, I saw that the wooden board at the bottom of the piano had been broken in half. Only a few strings were still intact. It seemed that there was no way to restore it.
There were already several violinists standing next to him, but they all looked embarrassed.
It was obvious that he had already seen that the piano board could not be repaired, so he was helpless and stood aside looking at each other.
Song Nanruo stepped forward, his eyes focused, his fingers caressing the guqin, and he looked at the body of the qin carefully.
A young and gorgeous woman next to her looked Song Nanruo up and down, and said disdainfully, "Don't pretend to understand if you don't understand. There are problems that even professional violinists can't solve. You just have to look at it." Can you solve problems with just two eyes? She is such a ignorant little girl."
The woman looks exquisite and can be considered a beauty. She wears well-known brands, but her arrogant expression ruins this beauty and makes people really dislike her.
Song Nanruo lazily raised her eyes, looked at her with cold and piercing eyes, and said sarcastically: "If you are not capable enough, don't think that everyone is the same as you."
"I don't know what professionalism is in your eyes. You are so arrogant at a young age. You say that others are not capable enough when you don't understand anything. Don't you still know how much you weigh?" A sharp voice came from behind. .
(End of chapter)