When Long Yin heard this, his face turned red.

"Oh, are you asking my dad what he does?"

"My dad is playing..." Long Yin said halfway, and suddenly thought of something, so he stopped and made a gesture.

“Piano player?”

Ding Chang asked immediately.

Long Yin shook his head.

"It's not a piano, it's something foreigners are saying.

My dad’s craft has been passed down for more than a thousand years since our ancestors passed down!”

When Ding Chang heard Long Yin say that the craftsmanship was passed down from his ancestors, he frowned and thought about it.

"Guqin?"

Long Yin shook his head again.

"It's not a guqin, it's higher-end than a guqin."

Ding Changxin said, what kind of musical instrument is that higher than the guqin?

"Guzheng?"

Ding Chang asked again.

Long Yin still shook his head.

Long Yin was anxious and scratched his head, "Xiao Si, what is the thing my dad calls it?"

A tall and thin man next to him immediately said, "Brother Yin, your dad is just a cotton-pinning guy!"
Chapter completed!