"Enough! Don't embarrass yourself. Restrain your desire to perform."
Nan Fei sat to one side, smiling as she watched the beautiful and spirited young maiden. Her teacher had feared she might feel out of place and had given her a detailed introduction beforehand. The girl before her was likely Dai Yifan's cousin, a drama actress who worked in the military district's cultural and arts troupe.
"I must not be related by blood. I must not..." Dai Xin exaggerated a dramatic hand-over-heart gesture, not forgetting to seek allies. "Nan Fei, at home, does your mother speak to you like this too?"
"Uh..." Nan Fei awkwardly cleared her throat, playing along with a jesting tone, "In my mother's eyes, I am the flower of our village."
Dai Xin felt she had found an ally, "Mom, look at how others mother! How do you mother? As expected, there's no comparison.
