"How am I talking nonsense? It's the truth."
Lan Yichen's look towards Lan Jiaojiao was also filled with pride, which made Lan Jiaojiao feel even more that she couldn't let that bitch Lan Jin steal the glory that belonged to her. Never!
"By the way, I actually ran into my sister. She also composed a piano piece and wanted to sell it to Uncle Zhang, but…"
Shen Rong eagerly continued, "Oh? She's following in your footsteps and composing, too? How is her composition? Was your Uncle Zhang satisfied?"
In Shen Rong's eyes, Lan Jin was useless; the piece she composed was bound to be garbage—just the thing to suppress her with.
Lan Yichen's spirits lifted, astonished, "No way? Lan Xiaojin can compose piano pieces too?"
Unexpectedly, Lan Jiaojiao's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and she sighed with worry, "Ah, that piece is quite good, but…"
"But what?"
An authoritative voice came through; it was Lan Yanhao's return. He involuntarily frowned, feeling an ominous premonition.
