Seeing the situation, she could only comply with Wang Meng's wishes.
Anyway, since they've already blamed the violin, if she doesn't play well, it won't be too embarrassing.
Saying this, Xiaoya took the violin to the side.
After adjusting the height of the chair, she tentatively played a few notes.
An Li stood by, on tenterhooks, and only when the sound of the violin was heard again did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Luckily, this time the sound wasn't as unpleasant and it was much better than before.
Casually, Meng Quanzhou named a piece for Xiaoya to play.
Playing the piece was a struggle for Xiaoya, and it couldn't have been more disheartening.
Meng Quanzhou looked speechless, not even bothering to look, only pouring wine into his glass, showing not the slightest interest.
Wang Meng was observing Meng Quanzhou's expression the entire time.
Without needing to say, it was clear that Xiaoya had embarrassed him.
In such an atmosphere, no one was willing to speak up.
