Actually, Sheng Aiyi hadn't gone home yet.
"About Changge just now?" A certain big shot had been sitting below the stage. "Are you angry?"
Sheng Aiyi smiled. "What's there to be angry about? Although she calls me master, I can't make decisions for her life. It's her freedom to choose which path she takes.
"If she can make a name for herself and promote Beijing opera, it'll be a good thing.
"I just think she's too tired from going back and forth. I want her to focus on one thing."
Sheng Aiyi even let her son do as he wished. To her disciples, she taught them the fundamentals, and what path they chose was up to themselves. Even if she didn't sing opera, Sheng Aiyi wouldn't say anything. It was just a personal choice.
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She thought about it and remembered that this didn't seem to be the way home. "Where are we going?"
"To Beijing Normal University." A certain big shot reached out his hand and stroked his mustache.
