C541 Tens of Thousands of Pianists 85

Ji Rao closed his eyes.

He shook his head to clear it of the nonsense and tossed the phone aside.

At this point, no matter how he thought about it, it was useless.

He just sat there on the bed, his head full of thoughts, feeling that time was growing longer and longer.

At around 10 PM, Tao Mingshuo called him.

"Hello, Mingshuo."

"Ji Rao." Tao Mingshuo's voice was still light