Jian Xi presented musical compositions she had written years ago, along with dated recordings of her demos, making them public.
One of the pieces was almost identical to what Jiang Qimeng had just played but was even more exquisite.
The entire room fell silent. Seld, immersed in shock, stared at Jian Xi with a face full of disbelief.
Jian Xi ignored Jiang Qimeng's expression, which looked as though she'd eaten shit, and stared at her provocatively. "Miss Jiang, a month ago, you spent five hundred thousand to buy a piece of music from me. Do you still feel it was worth it?"
Si Junyan had just vouched emphatically for Jiang Qimeng's genuine talent and astonishing gift. Now, however, he was struck dumb, unable to utter a complete sentence.
With Xiang Yao thrown out, her remaining sycophants weren't clever enough to help.
