Su Wanyun felt a lump in her throat, and her hands subconsciously gripped the cup.
Lin Yafeng's face was ashen. After a long while, he gritted his teeth. "Miss Ye's performance is not bad."
"It's good that Compositor Lin thinks it's not bad. Otherwise, I really understand how I can compete with the champion and not lose face."
Xu Yingying clapped. "Miss Ye, you haven't had the time to play the piano for the past two years, which means that this is your level from two years ago. Your level was already excellent since 2 years ago. If Composer Lin is still able to judge you, it does show that he must have improved from 2 years ago."
Someone nodded again. "I think Miss Ye is much better than Miss Su. She's indeed Song Zheng's sister."
"Who was the one who said that Miss Ye doesn't know how to play the piano and doesn't know music? The person who said this was probably jealous of her!"
"If Miss Ye doesn't know music, then what is Su Wanyun?"
