Yin Mingzhu was simply making things difficult for Su Ruanruan.
She was certain that Su Ruanruan wouldn't dare to accept the challenge.
Yin Mingzhu's smile was full of hidden malice.
Madam Yin further instigated: "Miss Su has the favor of the matron, surely she must possess exceptional talents."
Sun Jingan's wife stood up for Su Ruanruan.
She said, "To each their own specialty! Ziqi and Mingzhu have artistic cells, while Ruanruan's talents are displayed in the operating room. How can we generalize?"
Madam Yin didn't let go.
She gently swayed her perfumed fan, beaming: "Don't be modest on her behalf, I've long heard of Miss Su's many talents. If not now, then when will she show us on such an occasion?"
Mrs. Sun's gaze grew cold.
Su Ruanruan stopped her.
She faced the mother and daughter of the Yin Family, smiling thinly: "Mrs. Yin, Miss Yin, I can't possibly turn down such enthusiasm."
She asked the housekeeper to fetch her violin.
