Mo Jingchun's expression was complex; he wasn't sure whether the little one's exceptional performance was a good or bad thing.
However, having such a skill, he thought that even if one day he suddenly passed away, the little one could still find her place in the music world.
Without saying much, based on the capabilities the little one has displayed, even without him as her brother, she could lead a carefree life.
"Brother, was it nice to listen to?" The little one gently placed her hands on the black and white keys as the accompaniment ended.
The little one tilted her head, looking at her brother with expectant eyes and a smiling face.
Mo Jingchun reached out to stroke her jet-black hair and praised:
"Amazing! You see, you've made your brother smile happily."
"Hehe, then let me play another piano piece I imagined for you, Brother."
Without waiting for Mo Jingchun to react, the little one began her performance.
A short piano piece, almost less than three minutes.
