Fang Guoqiang stood up in a panic. Ding Guotao’s face was dark with suppressed fury. The others kept their heads down, barely daring to breathe, terrified that Sutan might damage the two instruments and implicate them.
Zhang Lihua scrambled up and rushed forward. She was moving too fast; as she rounded the table, her feet tangled together and she fell to the floor. The moment she saw Sutan’s fingertips touch the white piano keys, Zhang Lihua squeezed her eyes shut, resigning herself to fate. She kept chanting to herself, *It’s over.*
Fang Guoqiang clenched his hands into fists on the table. He had never regretted anything as much as he regretted wanting to recruit Sutan in the first place.
Chapter 27