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With only half an hour left until the end, Song Weiyi couldn't hold it in any longer and had to broach the subject.
"Sure, I'll go with you," Pei Yibai stood up from his seat, greeted Pei Chenyang next to him, and took Song Weiyi's hand to leave.
To Pei Yibai, the piano music that Song Weiyi considered heavenly was just so-so. For him, the real purpose of coming today was to show support, not genuinely for pure appreciation.
Naturally, Song Weiyi's personal safety was more important, especially in the presence of Fu Qishan and Sheng Zhenguo.
Watching the two leave hand in hand, Pei Chenyang's eyes gleamed with meaning. He had long noticed that his great-nephew was of a divided heart, and now it seemed he had caught an opportunity, hadn't he?
After a moment, Pei Chenyang's gaze finally moved to Lin Miaoyu on the stage.
Her seat was perfectly positioned, though she couldn't see Pei Chenyang completely, but sneaking a glance at him once in a while was possible.