As expected of Ninth Master's Woman

Li Shaoqun raised his thumb. "Feng, Madam Xie, as expected of the Ninth Master's woman. How amazing!"

He was obviously being played, but he couldn't get angry at all. No matter what, he didn't work for nothing. At least, he had fulfilled his long-cherished wish and could compose songs with Feng Qing. However, when he went back to report, he would be scolded again.

Feng Qing pursed her lips into a smile and said, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to compose with you, but I have to make something clear beforehand. Regardless of whether it's producing an album or a single, I won't use my real name."

Li Shaoqun was stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant. He nodded. "Then you want to use the name Siren?"

Feng Qing was about to stop him from saying the word Siren, but it was too late. Hearing this name, Xie Jiuhan, who was sitting on the sun chair, stared intently at Feng Qing.

"What does 'Siren' mean?" Xie Jiuhan asked in a deep voice.