Andrew waved his hand dismissively, "Let it be. Vivian probably already went in on her own. She clearly despises me so much that she wouldn’t want to enter with me anyway."

Linda's eyes flashed with disgust. Even if Andrew wasn't Vivian's teacher, he was still her biological father.

Disdaining one's own father like that seemed contemptible to her.

Patrick shook his head in disapproval, aware of Vivian's disdain for Andrew.

He knew that Andrew had been waiting for a call from Vivian since the day before yesterday, a call that never came.

He felt bad for Andrew.

"That's fine."

Nancy hugged Andrew's arm tighter, "I love having Master with me. If Vivian doesn't want you, then you're mine alone."

Andrew gave a wry smile.

The hurt he received from Vivian seemed to be healed a bit by Nancy.

The more he interacted with her, the more he liked Nancy. His feelings for her were evolving beyond that of a Master and disciple; in his heart, he was beginning to see Nancy as his daughter.

The four of them entered the venue together. As they walked in, many eyes turned to look at them.

The attention was expected, as all pianists and their mentors received it upon entry. However, the stares at Nancy and Andrew seemed different.

The participants from Nancy's group remained silent, knowing better than to provoke her with David's protective nature.

But participants from other groups, especially Lucy and Rivata, who had long been jealous of Nancy, stood up upon seeing her enter with an "unknown" person.

"Hey, isn't that the famous pianist Nancy? And who is this with her? I've never seen him before."

Lucy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, drawing laughter from the nearby girls. They, like Lucy and Rivata, weren't under David's mentorship and were less cautious about provoking Nancy.

Nancy calmly looked at Lucy and Rivata, smiling, "Yes, this is my Master. I don't blame you for not knowing him; my Master became famous very early. He was a legend in the piano world before you were even born!"

This left Lucy and Rivata's smiles frozen on their faces, their expressions turning ugly.

Rivata turned to her own mentor and asked with a sneer, "Do you recognize him, teacher?"

Her mentor, who had been observing the scene, carefully examined Andrew before shaking his head, "No, I don't recognize him. No impression."

Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the venue.

Rivata instantly withdrew her hand, covering her wrist in pain, and glared at Nancy furiously, "Nancy, why did you hit me?"