With that said, without giving Tang Wanru and Wei Ling a chance to speak, he hurried away with his mobile phone.
On the way, someone from the music association stopped him and wanted to talk to him, but he didn't even give him face. In his rush, he looked like he was going to meet an important person.
When he had gone far away, the expressions on Tang Wanru and Wei Ling's faces became cold. They glanced at each other and greeted each other hypocritically. "Mrs. Shen, I'll leave first with Xianrou then."
"I have other things to do, I won't see you off." Wei Ling was also hypocritically smiling, standing there without moving.
"Yup."
They were both opponents in a fight for Master Nie, so there was no need to put on airs anymore.
"Xianrou, let's go."
Tang Wanru called Jiang Xianrou, then took her bag, turned, and left with amorous feelings.
They opened the door and left.
Jiang Xianrou's face suddenly collapsed, and she whispered, a little frustrated and annoyed, "Mom, Master Nie isn't accepting disciples, what should we do?"
She had been full of confidence before coming here, thinking that she could win the master with her talents. Unexpectedly, she had slapped herself in the face.
This feeling was too uncomfortable.
She was still so frustrated. "Could it be that we can only give up on Master Nie?"
Tang Wanru tidied her hair and didn't care much. "No, it's not time to give up yet. Master Nie didn't accept disciples before this, either. If he accepts a disciple so easily, everyone will come and find him. You shouldn't always give up so easily. If you do what others can't, you'll stand taller and run faster than them! No one's success is without hard work, even if you were born in Rome, you still need hard work. You're not the only one in Rome. Don't you see that someone in the Shen Family wants to snatch him from you?"
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