"Miss Qin," Song Mingliang continued, "I'll remember your kindness for saving my life. Do you need any help? If I can help, I will definitely help."
Qin Sheng frowned. "You're the famous composer in China, Song Mingliang?"
Song Mingliang was stunned. He did not expect Qin Sheng to recognize him.
He did not hide anything. "Yes, I am."
"I have a condition."
"Miss Qin, go ahead."
"Enter Shenghe Entertainment."
Song Mingliang smiled bitterly. "Miss Qin, I haven't composed a piece for three years. I'm afraid that my standard will drop by a lot. Besides, I have a psychological barrier to composing. I still can't overcome it. I don't have any inspiration, let alone write a good piece."
Qin Sheng smiled. "I can see that you care about your son very much, but can you guarantee that you can give him a good life? As far as I know, you're working in the supermarket now. Can you accompany your son well like this?"
