[I care more about Uncle Ling Huaxi than this.]

[Ling Huaxi?]

Lin Ao turned around and looked at Lin Jue: [Don’t you think Ling Huaxi looks very similar to her mother?]

Lin Ao has always been very keen on details, which is exactly the same as Beitang Yaori.

Lin Jue frowned: [Uh, if you say so, it is indeed a bit like this.]

After being reminded by my younger brother, Lin Jue noticed that Ling Huaxi was a very beautiful man, and... if you compare carefully, it was indeed a bit similar to Lin Nuanxi, especially those beautiful amber eyes.

Anyway, there is some progress now.

If Beitang Yaori really is with Lin Ao’s father...

Thinking of this, Lin Jue felt a little inexplicably excited and excited. If Beitang Yaori's special identity surprised him, it would be better to say that the tattoo of Decha Jialong King on him made him feel even more curious.

Why did Beitang Yaori stab that thing on his body?

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Around the Sea Mo Mountain, Black Swan Castle.

Last night, Leng Zhao ironed all the clothes Beitangxing needs to wear today and prepared beautifully. She wore a gorgeous black suit, which set off Beitangxing, who looked like a star of the future.

Leng Zhao tied him a small tie with a neckline, square, noble and handsome.

[Young Master, today is your day to participate in the competition. I wish you good results!]

[Thank you Leng Zhao.]

Full of confidence. To be honest, Beitangxing is full of confidence in this international piano competition.

[It's getting late. After the young master had breakfast, my subordinate drove the young master to Huafu Hall.]

Beitangxing paused, turned around and looked at the calendar: [Dad has gone out?]

[Yes, Mr. Di went out early in the morning.]

[Today, is it the day when my father receives the Indian official?]

[Yes, young master.] Leng Zhao nodded. Although he had not told Beitangxing carefully about this matter, Beitangxing was very concerned about it.

With a chuckle, Beitangxing took the towel handed to Leng Zhao and wiped it. Then he turned his head to look at the black grand piano he usually practiced.

[In the evening, I will bring back the trophy, and I think my dad must be very happy.]

[Haha, as long as the young master smiles, it is the best trophy for the young master.]

[So, Leng Zhao.] Beitangxing turned around and looked at Leng Zhao again: [Just ask someone else to send me to Huatang Yuefu today, you can go directly to your father's side.]

Beitangxing's words suddenly made Leng Zhaozheng stunned.

[Dad has been busy preparing for the Indian Prime Minister these days, and I know he is under a lot of pressure.]

[ ……Yes.]

[Leng Zhao, you are the one who has been by your father for the longest time and is also the most reassuring one. I think it will be easier to have you by your father.]

[But Master, I have to send you to the competition.]

[I can just go to the competition by myself, I am already nine years old!]

[ But……]

[Don't be it, this is an order.] Don't be anxious or upset. If the young master is calm, he has the same rights as the young master.

[I'm not at ease with my dad. Leng Zhao, you go there to help my dad handle matters, so that I won't be distracted by worrying about my dad.]
Chapter completed!