Qiao Yun tilted her head slightly, her black and white eyes filled with confusion.
Lu Zhanxing shook his head, "There's no problem."
Qiao Yun shifted her gaze and continued to quietly hold her milk cup, sipping the milk bit by bit.
Su Mian, noticing the sudden attention of the father and his sons towards Qiao Yun, squinted her eyes, her face pensive, "Why do I feel like you are keeping something from me? Come on, confess and leniency will be granted, resist and severity will be enforced."
Lu Rui calmly said, "What could possibly be kept from you?"
"Exactly, if there's anything, wouldn't we tell you?" Lu Zhanxing added.
"Really nothing?" Su Mian questioned, feeling something odd about their attitude.
"Alright, let's talk about what you think about this matter first," Lu Rui changed the subject.
He had his suspicions, but wasn't sure.
After all, it was the Hill Music Academy, not even solid connections might let you get through the back door.
