Song Yinyin listened to these words, and genuinely wanted to kill Song Anqi.
If she had a knife in her hand, she would unhesitatingly stab it forward and kill this woman full of malicious intent.
Who exactly has inferior piano skills to whom? Who exactly has always taken pleasure in stealing what belongs to her?!
She desperately suppressed the anger in her heart, but there was still undisguisable fury on her face.
Standing behind her, Lu Jihan slightly squinted his deep sea-like eyes, his mind clear.
Even though Song Yinyin seemed calm and composed at this moment, her heart must be bleeding.
The reason he brought her here was simply to familiarize her with the interpersonal relationships in high society, but inevitably some would be envious of her and scheme with crafty tricks behind her back.
Pressing his thin lips together, he glared sharply at Song Anqi with his penetrating eagle eyes:
