Fiona Vaughn eagerly rushed forward, giving Cecilia a fake smile.
"Sister, shall I move the zither for you? I've been looking forward to it for a long time, although the zither I prepared for you isn't as famous as Spring Thunder, it definitely won't undermine your talent!"
Cecilia Vaughn gave her a cold glance.
"No need, I'm worried that the zither you prepared might snap a string at any sound."
"..."
Being publicly contradicted like this, Fiona's smile froze on her face, and she almost wanted to tear Cecilia's face off then and there. But under everyone's watchful eyes, Cecilia dared to confront her directly, while Fiona couldn't drop the pretense of brotherly harmony.
"Sister, how could you joke like that."
Fiona tilted her head gently, and two crystalline tears appeared in her eyes.
"I was genuinely doing it for your sake. Wasn't it you who always wanted to perform in front of everyone, and I just found you such a good opportunity?"
