Jing Zhen took it, and a glint sparkled in his peach blossom eyes. He raised an eyebrow and quickly glanced over the music score.
Shen Qianhui nervously asked, "How is it?"
With thin lips curving into a mischievous smile, Jing Zhen said, "Our daughter's composition is absolutely top-notch!"
"..."
Shen Qianhui twitched the corners of her mouth. "Be serious."
"Wife, I am being serious," Jing Zhen shrugged his shoulders, looking at her innocently.
Shen Qianhui: "..."
She took the music score back from Jing Zhen's hands and sighed, "Forget it, you probably don't understand it anyway. If you really did, I would have heard you sing at some point over all these years."
Jing Zhen explained, "That's because I prefer acting!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, it's not because you can't sing." Shen Qianhui said perfunctorily.
