Qin Jin remained silent.
Old Mrs. Qin didn't continue to ask, she was busy enjoying the performances.
Around one o'clock in the afternoon, the entire talent show selection finally ended.
Old Mrs. Qin said contentedly, "The school's performances are still the most spectacular, I'll come again next time there's a show."
Li Qiao laughed, "I guess there's only this one for the whole year."
In her previous school, there had been shows for New Year's Day and the Mid-Autumn Festival, but that's not the case here; even the festive Chinese New Year didn't have a gala.
As the family of three was leaving, they ran into Old Mr. Xue and his family. He generously praised them, "Qiaoqiao and Jin performed really well, there's only one act for each department, you two are definitely in, Sufen's flute piece wasn't outstanding, I'm afraid it won't be chosen." Among the dozens of acts, only their sword play performance stood out to him.
