After Wen Xin and the rest left, watermelon head nudged Zhao Yuyao gently and said mysteriously, "I keep feeling that Wen Xin doesn't seem to come from a poor county. Let's not talk about why she's so rich; just the way she plays the violin makes her look like a princess. She must be from an extraordinary background. Brother Yao, you've known Wen Xin before, so you must know something about her, right?"
Zhao Yuyao looked at watermelon head and shook his head. "I don't know about Wen Xin's background, but she grew up with Tan Xingyue in Ancient Market Town. She also has a grandmother at home. You have to keep what happened today a secret. Don't tell anyone. Otherwise, don't be my brother in the future!"
In fact, from his father and grandmother's attitude toward Wen Xin, Zhao Yuyao could sense that Wen Xin was not ordinary. However, having grown up in Ancient Market Town, Wen Xin remained a true mystery to him. The closer he got, the more inscrutable she became.
