Unfortunately, none of the music teachers that they had hired lasted half a month before they all started to complain that they couldn't teach her and refunded the tuition fee.
Uncle Song was very disheartened; it seemed that his eldest niece hadn't inherited her mother's artistic cells.
But it didn't matter much. Not understanding music wasn't a big deal. If she could grow a brain like her father's and take over the company management in the future, she could still be somebody.
At worst, if she did nothing at all, they could still afford to support her.
Song Boyan's family of three lived in a small villa which was a bit far from the company, mainly because it was closer to his wife's research institute. This way, he could at least see his wife come home for meals and sleep. Otherwise, if his wife stayed at the institute, who would he turn to cry?
