บท 501: Do I Look Like I'm Short of Money?

Listening to Lisa's complaint, Wen Xin raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly, dismissing the concern casually, "If we can't be on camera, we'll just go into academic research. Wouldn't it be easier to just give up the piano?"

"No, no, no, Little Grandaunt, it's already a great loss that you do not want to be a pianist, and now you even want to lead Xingyue astray? That's going too far! You really can't say that."

Lisa was terrified by Wen Xin's suggestion, and she quickly tried to deter her. Losing Tan Xingyue from the piano scene too would be too great a loss for them. Knowing that Wen Xin had stopped pursuing a career as a pianist had already made many feel it was a pity.

She had worked so hard to nurture Tan Xingyue, and if she didn't follow this path, Lisa felt like she might just die of grief.

Wen Xin looked at Lisa's anxious expression and teased her with a nonchalant eyebrow raise, "You're the one who complains about us being fat."