How could Tang Wanru not hear her forced quibbling?
But before she could speak, Wei Ling took the lead and said, "Old Nie, you're also a composer. You should be aware of this situation where you have written a good piece and shared it with your friends. Sometimes it's inevitable to accept the other party's opinion and make changes on the notes, but the tune must still be the original."
Rao City was far from Beijing, and only they knew how much the piece had been changed.
Qiao Nian… At the thought of this name, Wei Ling's eyes flickered in regret.
She personally admired her, but she wasn't disciplined and didn't want to listen to the Shen Family. She didn't even come to Beijing with them, or she might not count all the credit for the piece on Qiao Chen.
Society was like this, the strong preyed on the weak. Since Qiao Nian wasn't willing to cling to the Shen Family, she must help her own people.
