"I think the violin would be a good start. Once you've mastered it, you can perform to a large audience. I'm telling you, the recognition would be massive. Who knows, it might even help to moderate your temperament."
Qin Man sniffed and looked Yao Tang up and down with unbridled judgment in her eyes. "I'm open to getting you better teachers, too, if you do well in your beginner's lessons."
Beside her, Yao Ran was trembling with rage. She was clenching her fists so hard that her nails bit into her palms.
It was all she could do not to sneer at her mother.
'Find Yao Tang a better teacher? What for? Why even bother?'
Even if Yao Tang showed promise in music, there should be no need for Qin Man to meddle with her lessons. After all, she had already disowned the girl. She had gone as far as to say that Yao Tang now belonged to Yao Rong's household, and right to Yao Tang's face, too.
