"A Steinway grand piano?"
Yan Lin curiously looked at her secretary, Xiao Qing, and asked, "Did the store manager really say that?"
If a piano student or someone studying music wanted a Steinway, that would be normal, since the quality of Steinway pianos is universally acknowledged as good. But a cat liking a Steinway always felt somewhat magical.
Xiao Qing tapped on her phone, enlarged the photo Shu Yun had sent, and handed it to Yan Lin. "Yes, she even sent me a photo. Look, President Yan, this afternoon Dundun was sitting in front of the piano, with that serious little expression. Doesn't he look like a concert pianist about to perform on stage?"
Yan Lin took the phone and immediately laughed. "You're right, the little guy really looks the part... Since he likes it, go ahead and order one from the Steinway store in Beijing."
"Okay, President Yan, I'll have someone place the order right away."
