For the next half hour or so, Miss Manager made a few calls, arranging the people involved in the production of Yue’s new song. While she was doing that, Yue and I watched from the side as the girl explained to the ignorant me the arduous process that they were going to do to produce it for commercial release.
Well, I asked her about it. I, at least, want to be aware of the inner workings of the industry Yue belonged to.
Once she was done with the call, Miss Manager faced us again, her expression a little complicated. Most likely, she’s finding it hard to suddenly appear so enthusiastic after she attempted to oppose our relationship.
To get her out of that state, Yue naturally made a move, calming her down. Naturally, I didn’t expect Miss Manager to flip what she thought of me because of it. Because in the end, it’s still Yue who wrote and created it.