Wei Shaoyin was very pleased when he looked at the score.
"It's very different from your previous songs, but perhaps it will be even more popular."
Xia Ling smiled. They didn't quarrel in vain. Although Wei Shaoyin was picky and annoying, he was definitely a worthy producer—proud but not arrogant. With his recognition today, he needed an extraordinary vision to tolerate others challenging his authority.
He hugged the score and joyfully walked away, wanting to give Bai Murong a surprise.
Xia Ling silently prayed for Bai Murong. This was not a surprise but a scare. Anyone would cry after seeing such an obscenely difficult score.
As she thought about it, she poured a cup of warm water for herself.
