As soon as Yin Shaohuai said this, Yin Shaohui felt uncomfortable.
But it wasn't just the second brother who spoke up, the always hasty Yin Shaoting chipped in,
"I think the second brother is quite right."
The issue of the family head's succession is something the elders discuss every year, but this year is different.
Later this year, Yin Shaohui will turn eighty.
His health, spirit, and energy are declining, and it is indeed time to pass the position to the next generation.
"I think... it's better to make an exception this time."
Yin Shaoqun, who is now sixty-seven, and still a highly respected veteran piano artist both domestically and abroad, spoke up.
This winter, she even had a tour performance in Europe.
Yin Shaoqun dressed elegantly and fashionably, with a natural and suitable demeanor. The hands that play the piano were well-maintained, unlike those of her brothers, which were already wrinkled. Her hands, which danced over the piano keys, were well-cared for.
