Mother Tang almost dropped her chopsticks, "Zhaozhao..."
She was both shocked and delighted, and glanced again at her son standing next to Gu Shengyin. At this moment, all his attention was on Ning Zhao.
How wonderful. She raised her hand to gently wipe the tear from the corner of her eye, content that her son was finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
The Tang family was harmonious and joyful, whereas Yang Huiying's days were always challenging.
She was to graduate next year, and she saw her classmates, one by one, being taken by their mentors to participate in concerts. Many who were no better than her had started signing contracts with some orchestras, yet she had nowhere to go.
Unable to make progress through her mentor, she began to recommend herself.
But low-tier orchestras were beneath her, and the high-tier ones didn't consider her. Yang Huiying was nearly worried herself to gray hair.