Colby. Valentine could clearly sense the guardedness and disdain in the eyes of the Asian girl in front of him. Smart as he was, he swallowed the words that were about to escape his lips and shifted his attention to An Nan's classmates.
"Hey folks, which school are you from?"
Colby. Valentine, master of congenial concern, managed to gather all the information he wanted about the girl in front of him in no time. An Nan tried to interfere, but she found it utterly useless. Her classmates seemed bewitched by this strange man, and no matter how she signaled or tugged at their clothes, it was to no avail. At this moment, she felt that her peaceful life might vanish forever, a hint of grievance and regret flashed across her eyes.
She kept blaming herself inwardly: "An Nan, why do you always love to meddle? Now look, he said Chinese people don't have any musical talent, you could have just let it be. What's it to you?"
