Xiahou Jin: [You Mingyue, you said your piano piece was composed three months ago. I'm curious, did my little uncle have the superpower of clairvoyance to secretly peek at your sheet music, or was there some mutual understanding between you and him?]
Xiahou Jin: [@You Mingyue, @Chu Zimu, come out and say something.]
The WeChat group was in an uproar.
But inside You Mingyue's bedroom, the temperature was colder than an ice cellar.
You Mingyue curled up like a quail between the two pillows at the head of the bed, not daring to lift her head to look at Chu Zimu.
Chu Zimu suddenly raised his phone and angrily smashed it at the foot of You Mingyue's bed. But even though his anger was raging, he couldn't bring himself to truly harm You Mingyue.
"You said, even if you deceived the whole world, you wouldn't deceive me." The always vibrant and confident eldest son of the Chu family now showed a face of utter despair.
