"It's okay, Mr. Gan Yanyu!"
Anshi Qianxia's expression suddenly turned tense, "I'm already used to it!"
"I'm so sorry... Mistaking someone's gender... It's so impolite..."
Gan Yanyu said softly.
She slowly opened the fingers covering her face, revealing a gap.
She looked at Anshi Qianxia again.
Whispered:
"I remember, you didn't seem to wear a skirt on stage before, right?"
"Why are you wearing a skirt this time?"
"....."
Upon hearing this, Anshi Qianxia's expression became a bit subtle at first, then her eyes turned gentle, and she lowered her head slowly.
She did not directly answer the question:
"On stage, clothes are my tools; music is my skeleton. I hope the audience focuses on my skeleton, not what I wear."
"....."
Gan Yanyu was stunned for a moment.
Then, Anshi Qianxia looked up and asked,
"Will Mr. Lin Tian spending so much time teaching me today affect you, Gan Yanyu?"
"No... it won't..."
"Well, actually, a little..."
Gan Yanyu trailed off as she spoke.
