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121 Secret Help(1/2)

Cheng Anning, who was eating over there, suddenly felt a chill and trembled.

"What's wrong, aunt?"

"I'm fine."

The illusion of being watched is chilling.

She looked over and saw that the table was empty and there was no one there.

Is it really an illusion?

Huo Yan said lightly: "It doesn't suit your taste?"

"No, it tastes very good. Is Xiaochao full?"

"Yeah, aunt, let's eat more."

Cheng Anning had too many things going on recently and had no appetite, so she only took a few bites and put down her fork.

When returning, Huo Yan personally sent Cheng Anning back.

He didn't do much or say much, as if nothing had happened between them.

When they arrived at the door of the house, Xiao Huo waved enthusiastically, "Goodbye, aunt!"

"Goodbye Xiaochao."

After the car started, Huo Yan looked at his son who had become autistic again, sneered and said, "I've never seen you so lively before."

Xiao Huo said seriously: "Be warm when you treat the people you love. You can't be cold and unkind like you, daddy. It will only scare people away."

Huo Yan was speechless by his son.

He said coldly: "You are ready to start school."

Huo Chao was also a little troubled.

When school starts, I won’t be able to help my mother as freely as I do now.

But if he doesn't go to school, daddy will definitely become suspicious, and there's no guarantee that he won't be traced.

Huo Yan saw him deflated and raised the corners of his lips in a good mood.

Huo Chao became angry and said, "Poker face!"

"Little autistic."

"...Daddy, you are so childish."

"cough."



From then on, Cheng Anning and Zhou Lansheng failed to find Master Che's whereabouts, so they had to give up.

Seeing that the competition was about to start, Zhou Lansheng decided to ignore the car master for now and quickly found a few other masters to visit.

Even to save time, he even recorded a videotape of Cheng Anning playing the piano and sent it to him.

Basically every master replied that they would meet in person and seemed very interested.

But when I actually got interviewed, I regretted it all and refused directly.

And, there is no reason.

It was obvious that they all liked Cheng Anning and wanted to take him on as their apprentice, but in the end they refused.

One of the masters couldn't bear it and revealed something.

"Girl, you can think about whether you have offended anyone and admit your mistake as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Zhou Lansheng was confused.

"Offended someone? Who can be offended by this? No, offending someone won't make everyone avoid it like a snake or a scorpion, right?"

Cheng Anning was silent for a while and said slowly: "There is one."

"who?"

The next moment, Zhou Lansheng thought of someone and blurted out: "Master Qin?"

"Um."

"Indeed, if it is Master Qin, he does have this influence. Those people are worried about Master Qin's status and dare not accept you. No, why would Master Qin target you?"

What else could it be because of?

She would never have thought of it before, but since she found out that Xu Manman is the granddaughter of Master Qin, she has understood it.

"Maybe you don't like me."

"Then what should we do now? No master dares to accept you."

"It doesn't matter, I didn't have a teacher before, and I don't need one now."

"I'm afraid not. Several important competitions have suddenly added a requirement, which requires you to sign on where you studied."

This time, even Zhou Lansheng thought of the connection and couldn't help but curse.

"What's going on with Mrs. Qin! Why do you need to kill them all like this?"

Such a disgusting rule was suddenly added to a good competition. Combined with recent events, it is clear that this is a target!

How can a master with a high status be so disgusting?!

Playing tricks on a junior like this is no different from ruining his future!

No, maybe it means cutting off An Ning’s future first?

The more Zhou Lansheng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and his words changed from respectful 'Master Qin' to disgusting 'Old Madam Qin'.

Cheng Anning also frowned. With this rule, it would be difficult for her to even participate.

Just when they were at their wits' end, Cheng Anning received a call.

Looking at the caller ID, she wanted to hang up.

But considering how difficult the other party was, she could only endure her annoyance and accept the call.

"I thought you were going to hang up."

Huo Yan's deep voice came from over there.

"I want, too."

He laughed lowly, with joy in his laughter, and said, "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"No, thank you for your concern."

"lie."

"Master Huo, if nothing happens, I will die."

Huo Yan changed the subject, "I met someone recently."

Cheng Anning said subconsciously: "It doesn't matter who you know, I..."

"He called Che Chengfeng."

She swallowed back the last sentence of "I'm not interested".

"who?"

"Che Chengfeng, the piano is not bad."

Her voice became harsh, "...is it that piano master Che Chengfeng?"

"Well, he brags that he is."

"...Huo Yan, can you help me?"

"If anything happens, just Huo Yan, if nothing happens, just Huo Sanye?"

"..."

Cheng Anning kept telling herself not to be angry and not to be angry with Mr. Huo. The angrier he was, the happier he would be.

She tried her best to soften her tone and said, "Please."

"I'll have someone pick you up."

Then he hung up the phone.

Cheng Anning was so happy that she grabbed Zhou Lansheng and said, "Uncle Zhou! I have a way to contact Master Che! I will try my best to make him accept me!"

Although Zhou Lansheng was surprised, he was equally happy.

Soon, Huo Yan arranged for a driver to drive over, picked up Cheng Anning, and went to a mountain villa.

In the villa, an old man with gray hair, wearing a decent suit and slicked back, looked at Huo Yan with a half-smile.

The old man laughed and said: "It's rare that the mistress will come to the door in person."

Huo Yan took a sip of tea and said, "You can inspect her when she arrives."
To be continued...
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