Jiang Wan almost rose from her seat, ready for a fight. 'How can this woman be Yao Tang's mother?'
But Qin Man ignored her and continued to sneer at Yao Tang. "Well, Yao Tang? Do you have anything to say for yourself? You don't even have the resources to play to a decent audience, do you? I wouldn't be surprised, since you're better suited for side street performance, anyway."
A sense of foreboding washed over Yao Ran as soon as she heard Qin Man's words.
She reached out and tugged at her mother's sleeve in another attempt to lead her out of the room. "Let's go, Mom. My rehearsal is about to start. We should go now, or I'll really be late."
Qin Man flung her hand yet again, her frustration palpable in the air. She didn't know why her lovely, obedient daughter was suddenly acting spoiled and shortsighted.
