The older sister's room was bigger than her, almost big enough to fit three of her inside.
Er Piya sneakily crept over; Chen An'an was still asleep. August was still part of summer, and the temperature outside was quite warm.
Inside the house, though, it was extremely cool.
The older sister's two long, slender legs were stretched out of the blanket. Er Piya went over and called for her sister. One call—no response. Two calls—still no response.
But the third time was different. Her sister glared at her. "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"
"Sis, didn't my concert go pretty well yesterday!"
"Sure, it was pretty decent—a group of masters mixed in with one little amateur."
"Who's the amateur? Tell me, I'll have the mega-ultra-huge company fire them immediately!"
Er Piya declared indignantly.
"Are you seriously clueless, or are you pretending to be?"