From the hem of the skirt and the glimpse of her heel, it was clear—it was a woman.
Her ankles were delicate, her skin smooth and fair—a young woman.
Not bad.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Yumo's face.
Before long, Yun Shifei finished playing the piece.
The crowd began murmuring amongst themselves, and the atmosphere slowly became less tense than before.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she prepared to leave the stage from the back, making way for her senior to perform.
"You brat! What nonsense are you spouting? Are you trying to send me to an early grave?" At this moment, a middle-aged man approached Qin Yumo, glaring at him angrily.
In a setting with so many elders present, this boy still dared to act recklessly.
Qin Yumo chuckled lightly. "Dad, I've found the one I love. That's why I turned down Wen Lin."
