Yan Jiuyuan had never dreamed that he would dig his own grave one day.
He looked at the girl sitting opposite, who laughed like an innocent little white rabbit, and silently spewed a string of ellipses after another.
Shen Wenqian was a bit worried that Yan Jiuyuan would get angry.
An old Asian superstar singing backup for a newcomer—anyone would be unhappy with that.
The manager, whose heart was always in his mouth, feared his charge had offended the superstar and racked his brains for a perfect explanation.
Just then, Yan Jiuyuan nodded.
"Okay, I agree to it."
Shen Wenqian was shocked.
Yan Jiuyuan's manager was also shocked.
He tugged at Yan Jiuyuan urgently, "Teacher Yan, be rational!"
"I am very rational." Yan Jiuyuan pulled his clothes out of the manager's hand and gestured toward the young lady, "When do we start work?"
Ruan Qi: "We will begin preparations tomorrow. I'm planning to release this song after the Spring Festival."