Zhang Yuanqi said unfeelingly, “I have no good songs.”
“Let your team spend some money then.” Zhang Ye said.
“A good song is not so easy to find. Sometimes you think it’s good, but after people listen to it, no one approves of it.” Zhang Yuanqi related calmly.
Zhang Ye blinked, “Okay, if I have time, I will write you a song. With this song, I can guarantee that you will get back your place in the music industry.”
Zhang Yuanqi didn’t think much of it. She looked at her watch. Probably thinking it’s late, she switched on her cellphone.
When it turned on, a pile of message tones played. Then a phone call came in, probably from Zhang Yuanqi’s assistant or manager.
“Sis Zhang! My Big Sister Zhang! You are finally answering the phone!” It was a woman’s voice.
“Hur Hur, my phone’s battery was flat just now. It was charging.” Zhang Yuanqi expression had changed, a total difference from the one she wore when she interacted with Zhang Ye.