In the face of such great pressure, Lin Wanwan remained calm in the face of danger.
“Be quiet.”
Her voice was not loud, but it had a shocking power.
“Du Xia, I’ll only ask you two questions. If you can give a satisfactory answer, then I’ll be the scapegoat.”
Du Xia was neither servile nor overbearing. “Please ask, teacher Lin.”
“First, a song that can be considered top-notch has gone through constant revision and refinement. It has gone from rough to exquisite. Therefore, you must have a draft of the song in your hands, right?”
Du Xia pinched the hem of his clothes. A hint of panic flashed past his eyes.
“My drafts are all memorized in my mind. When I’m satisfied, I’ll compose the song and compose the lyrics.”
“Is that so? Then you’re very talented.”
Lin Wanwan saw his forced calmness and turned to look at Ye Guang. “I remember that you have the habit of drafting drafts, so you should be able to take it out.”
“Yes.”