Chapter 90 (2/2)

Although Qi Mu didn’t understand. . . why the man was so entangled with the record, but, since he had promised to do it, he would.

Min Chen’s tone got even more depressed. He only replied with a gentle “Um.” Even Qi Mu, with his crude nerve, noticed. It seemed. . . the other man was in a bad mood?

After a few more exchanges, Qi Mu hung up and boarded the plane.

At the top floor of the Bai Ai headquarters’ conference room, a man who had always been cold and indifferent looked like he had just returned from Antarctica. He dropped ice all over the place.

When Daniel opened the door, he reflexively rubbed his bare arms. In a low voice, he muttered, “Strange, the air conditioner isn’t on. . . What kind of weather is this, why is it so cold?”

Having endured the cold air silently for quite a while, Christole looked at Daniel, unsure whether to laugh or cry. He pointed to the man at his side. “Stop talking, Auston is in a bad mood.”

How could Daniel’s IQ understand such a high-level secret language? He frowned, then grinned and took a chair on the other side. “What’s the matter, Christole? Do you have a sore throat? Then you have to take medicine!”

The kind-hearted Christole: “. . .”

Min Chen glanced at the guy with a low IQ and said, “Daniel, you should take medicine.”

Daniel: “. . .??? I’m not sick, why should I take medicine?!”

Amused, Min Chen’s lips curled up. He shook his head. “No, you’re sick. It’s very serious.”

Daniel: “. . . ?”

“You left your brain at home.”

Daniel: “. . .”

After a moment, he shouted, “Auston Bertram!!! I want to break off with you!! You actually dare say I have no brain!!! I want to resign! I’m telling you, I’m not waiting any longer! I must resign today!!!”

It was a typical, daily occurrence in Bai Ai as usual.

The mild-tempered Christole helplessly hid his face in his hands. He sighed, silently thinking. . . When will God send an angel to rescue these poor children living in deep waters and scorching fire?

When, in fact, the angel Christole was praying for had already arrived!

It’s just. . . The coordinates were off. He actually arrived in Paris, thousands of miles away!

Qi Mu dropped his luggage at his apartment.

The scent of iris and lilies were everywhere in the romantic city. Numerous tourists from all over the world gathered there, walking on the streets and lanes, constantly taking pictures.

The weather was sunny and bewitching. From a broader perspective, the sky was clear, as if it were being washed. It eased Qi Mu’s mood a lot. Without rest, Qi Mu rushed to the university at 3 o’clock.

According to Akkad, the teacher who came to guide him was already in Paris and should be waiting for him in their violin room. Although he didn’t know who it was, Qi Mu very much looked forward to meeting them.

With his teacher’s harsh criteria, a person who can make Reed Akkad praise them as a “good teacher” must be an excellent violin master. He just didn’t know. . .

Who would come to Paris this time of year?

Qi Mu gently turned the metal door handle of the violin room with anticipation.

The door opened with a creak, the brilliant sunshine through the huge glass window of the violin room blinding Qi Mu. Pushing the door open a little, he couldn’t see the room clearly, but heard a pleasant melody resounding——

“Oh? Is it my little angel? Angel, we haven’t seen each other for a long time. I really miss your beautiful violin.”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

Now. . . was it too late to close the door?