Chapter 142 - 147: Even Gods Use WeChat? (7)
"Nothing much, you just scared me to death. I thought that psycho was here, but I heard wrong! If that psycho caught me texting you right now, he might make me play the white keys a hundred times over!" Ling Momo sent a lengthy message.
"Really, that cruel?" Li Qingshen stood outside the door, saw the message, and his eyes lit up slightly with a smile tugging at his lips before he responded.
Ling Momo saw the message, thought for a bit, and then typed out a string of characters on her phone.
"Of course, just thinking about it terrifies me! You have to believe that he’s definitely capable of doing it!"
After sending the message, Ling Momo thought and added a "crying" emoji. She had just found the "crying" emoji and was about to tap on it when suddenly the music room’s door was pushed open. Startled, her fingers spasmed, and her phone fell to the ground.
Ling Momo quickly bent down, picked up her phone, her heart pounding wildly, and with her head lowered, didn’t dare to steal a glance at Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen opened the door, elegantly holding a teapot and walked toward the French window, placing the teapot gently on the table. Then he stood up and walked towards Ling Momo.
Listening to Li Qingshen’s footsteps gradually approaching, Ling Momo became increasingly nervous. She timidly raised her head and sneaked a peek at him through the corner of her eye, finding his expression unreadable, unable to discern happiness or sorrow.
Li Qingshen stood before the piano, looking at the girl with her head bowed, and asked, "Playing with your phone?"