"Who wins and who loses will only be known after the competition." Song Yinyin retorted unceremoniously.
Song Anqi's eyes were filled with a piercing coldness.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on Song Yinyin's handbag, and an idea immediately formed in her mind.
She deliberately slowed her steps, secretly took out her phone, and dialed a number: "It's me, after I finish playing the piano, find an opportunity to take Song Yinyin's handbag..."
Walking ahead, Song Yinyin subconsciously glanced at her phone, then swiped the screen open and found Lu Jihan's phone number.
Just as her finger was about to tap the number, she paused.
This was a family matter of the Song Family, a feud between her and Song Anqi, and it had nothing to do with Lu Jihan.
She shouldn't trouble him with every issue.
This time, she didn't want to disturb him.
After all, it's just a piano contest, a relatively mild way to resolve things, something she could handle herself.
