Luo Yanxi stared in disbelief, her eyes wide and round, unable to believe that the person before her actually knew Sheng Qingxue!
That sickly person?! The man before her was actually friends with Qingxue?!
A hint of icy sharpness flashed through Luo Yanxi's eyes as she insisted, "This is my own composition!"
"This is clearly Qingxue's composition!" Beitang declared, "I saw her practicing this piece with my own eyes."
Luo Yanxi protested with a sense of grievance, "What evidence do you have to prove it's not my composition? Shouldn't you suspect Sheng Qingxue of plagiarizing my work?!"
Whether in skill or fame, Luo Yanxi outdid Qingxue by a long shot! How could that frail girl possibly compare to her, Luo Yanxi?!
But who knew...
Beitang coldly retorted, "Qingxue is not that kind of person!"
Qingxue, Qingxue, Qingxue?!
Enough already! Was this man in front of her out of his mind?!
