The woman beside them, Weng Xia, hadn't expected Fu Yu to reject it so outright. She shook her head in disapproval, saying, "That Fu Yu is too clueless. What's so great about Lu Mian's so-called masterpiece... It's clearly plagiarism."
"Plagiarism?"
Lu Xinnuan, who was always quick to pick up on gossip, immediately sat down.
Weng Xia glanced around, then lowered her voice and said, "I heard it from one of your cousin's friends. That piano piece by Lu Mian resembles some composer named Mi Lu's style a lot—it's highly likely she copied it!"
"Mi Lu?" Lu Xinnuan hurriedly pulled out her phone to search the term.
But official information about Mi Lu was scarce, with only a handful of related posts.
"Auntie, are you sure?"
