Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Sheng You hugged her. “Our daughter is so good. She isn’t afraid of anything, not to mention that she has us as strong supporters. Let me ask her for her opinion on the banquet. It seems that this banquet can’t be delayed any longer.”
At the corner of the second floor, after hearing all this, a tall and slender figure left silently.
She had just returned to the room and sat down when someone sent her a message on the computer. His avatar was a musical staff with notes, which was really unique.
Sheng Yang opened the message.
——”Teacher, can you comment on my new song today?”
Sheng Yang typed quickly: “I’m not in the mood today.”
The other person was shocked. No credit, no discounts, one million yuan for simple comments on a piece of music, but she still didn’t bother to make this easy money. But if she didn’t take money seriously, where else could he find such a good teacher?
Although he was a little unhappy, he didn’t dare to show his dissatisfaction to his teacher at all.
Sheng Yang was about to close the webpage when something suddenly occurred to her, and she asked, “Do you know Yang Zhiyi?”
This person was introduced to her by Ming Qi and he hoped she would provide some comments on his music online, and she didn’t even need to show up.
Sheng Yang assumed she would just have to type a few words and earn one million at a time, which was a good deal.
At first, the other person didn’t trust her much, but after he revised his music according to her comments, he found the outcome miraculous, so he gradually respected her more and more. As time went by, he almost treated her as a god now.
Sheng Yang vaguely remembered that this guy once mentioned Elder Yang’s name.
He felt flattered. “Teacher, he’s my disciple. Well, he’s the only one of my disciples who isn’t that bad.”
After getting no response after quite a while, the man asked tentatively, “Teacher, did he do something to offend you?”
“No. I’m leaving.”
“OK, Teacher.” He was very obedient.
Sheng Yang leaned back in her chair, not in the mood to read. Her favorite thing suddenly didn’t seem so appealing to her.
She said she wasn’t in a mood, which was true.
Whenever she closed her eyes, the image of Kang Weizhen crying bitterly popped up in her mind. For some reason, she felt very unhappy and uncomfortable about that.
She wanted Kang Weizhen to laugh, laugh from the bottom of her heart, just like before. Instead of forcing a smile when she returned.
As she felt upset, she got a phone call. Sheng Yang picked it up. “Hello…?”
Her voice was indifferent as usual, but Yi Juncheng instantly noticed that her mood was off. He held his phone with his other hand and spoke with his voice lowered. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Sheng Yang lowered her eyes and said casually, “Where are you? It’s a bit noisy over there.”
“Just a minute.” With a hand in his pocket, Yi Juncheng walked out of the room in front of a group of people who were waiting for him to make a decision, found a quiet conference room, and stood against the wall.
It was evening on her side but midnight on his side. The sky was pitch-black. He had been up for a full day and night but didn’t look tired at all, although his deep attractive eyes were a bit red. The cynical smile disappeared from his face, and he asked again. “What’s wrong?”
He never liked to repeat what he said to anyone, but she was the exception.
