<h4>Chapter 291: Solo Recital</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Ruby shook her head. She didn’t seem interested at all. She didn’t even ask them where they were going.


    “No need. I’ll just stay here today. I have to go to kindergarten tomorrow, so I have to finish whatever that is still undone by today.”


    “Oh okay.”


    Ruby gently stroked the piano as if she was treating something very precious.


    It was warm inside the house, so Ruby only wore short sleeves. The wounds on her arms had healed, leaving only a shallow scab.


    Lauren saw that Ruby seemed to be very interested in the piano.


    “Ruby, do you know how to y the piano?”


    When Lauren recalled Ruby’s performance at the symphony concert, she felt that it was not surprising at all.


    “Yes, I know a little bit,” said Ruby.


    Nowadays, children were always forced by their parents to learn something after school. Lauren did not find it strange that Ruby knew how to y the piano.


    Lauren continued, “Then I’ll go with my second brother. I’ll be back soon and I’ll bring you a lot of ice cream when Ie back.”


    “Okay,” said Ruby, still staring at the piano, “It’s okay if you don’t bring the ice cream.”


    “May I y this piano?”


    Lauren looked at Quinn and he nodded nonchntly. “Sure. I ced the piano here is for people to y it.”


    Then, Quinn tugged at Lauren. “When do we leave?”


    Lauren also wanted to return as soon as possible.


    “Let’s do it now. Hurry up and change your clothes. We can leave now.”


    “Okay!” Quinn then ran upstairs. This was the first time Lauren had seen him move so quickly.


    Quinn was usuallyzy. At home, he always looked like he was about to fall asleep.


    The journey there took quite a bit of time, but it was very smooth.


    Just as Lauren had guessed, there was a little ghost ying tricks in that house.


    The ghost had been living in that empty house for a long time. It didn’t want the house to be rented out, so it yed tricks on whoever lived there. Lauren quickly subdued the little ghost. On the way back, she even got Quinn to give her a treat. She brought a lot of ice cream home with her, nning to hide it in the fridge.


    They went there in the morning. When they got home, it was around three o’clock in the afternoon.


    Just as they stopped the car, they heard a beautiful piano sound ying from the Torres Mansion.


    Lauren could hear the cadence and progression of emotions from the piano ying.


    Quinn asked, “Hmm, is Franklin ying the piano?”


    Among the three brothers of the Torres family, Franklin was the one who yed the best. However, it had been a long time since he had yed the piano.


    “Really? Franklin is ying the piano? That must be very cool! I want to see it!”


    Lauren quickly ran over.


    As soon as she entered the door, she saw arge group of servants from the Torres family gathered in the side hall. The scene was quite spectacr.


    Quinn followed behind Lauren and saw this scene, he teased, “Yo, this is a solo recital. It’s really nice. Your standard has not dropped after all these years, Franklin.”


    Then Lauren saw Franklining down from upstairs, he was flipping through the documents in his hands.


    Lauren pointed at Franklin, and said to Quinn, “Hey, Franklin isn’t the one ying the piano. Look, he’s right here!”


    “Oh. Then who is ying the piano now?”


    Quinn, who was 1.8 meters tall and taller than all the servants, stepped forward and stood on tiptoe.


    “Lauren, the one ying the piano is your good friend. She’s so good at ying the piano. Howe you’re about the same age as her and don’t know anything?”


    “Ah, is it Ruby?”


    Lauren squeezed into the group of servants.


    Indeed, it was Ruby ying the piano.


    She was sitting upright on the piano chair. Her legs were short and could not reach the pedals, but that did not affect her performance. Her fingers were like dancing butterflies. They were very fast and urate.


    Ruby was really modest. She said that she only knew a little just now, but she clearly knew far more than just a little.


    Lauren heard the servants behind discussing.


    “Do you understand?”


    “I don’t understand! But looking at the youngdy’s posture, she must be good.”


    “I don’t understand either, but she does look awesome, so she should be very good.”


    Lauren thought to herself, ‘So everyone is just an observer like me.’


    After the song waspleted, everyone started pping.. Eventually, the crowd began to disperse and make way for Franklin.